Bath Time and Bubbles

The last couple of weeks have been extremely busy. I have decided to give myself a small break to write for a bit.

Harrison loves bath time. He now gets baths in the evening before bed instead of in the morning. A little over a week ago, I got the crazy fun idea to make him his first bubble bath. I was so excited! I got the tub all ready, it was super foamy and led Harrison over to get in the bath. He looked MORTIFIED. "What the hell is this, lady??" Harrison was thinking desperately. He backed away from the tub and into the corner, making little whimper noises. I grabbed some bubbles and showed him, he touched them and was cool for a second, then second guessed it all over again.

He wanted out. Harrison started banging on the bathroom door. I opened the door and he stood in the hallway, pointed into the bathroom and started crying. I picked him up to bring him back into the bathroom and he kicked and screamed, he thought I was going to put him in the tub. I didn't. I was nice. I set him back down on the floor, he peed (his diaper was already off). I cleaned up and asked if he wanted a new bath and no bubbles. He nodded yes. We restarted bath time and everything was fine. He got into the bath and was much happier. For the rest of bath time, Harrison kept saying "buh-buh" and then shook his head, meaning "Bubbles, no" (Yes, he can say bubble now).

He has since gotten over his bubble phobia. We let him play with bubbles in his water table and the sink at the cabin, we just make sure to put the bubbles in the bath after he's already in the tub.

One of his new favorite bath time activities is the "Rubber Ducky" song from Sesame Street. He made me sing it and dance his ducky on the edge of the tub 3 times tonight. I still don't quite know all the words, so I make it up with "da-da"s, but he still seems to enjoy it. He tries to stand up in the tub and dance to it too, which makes me nervous since it's so slippery.

Last weekend, we spent our time up at the family cabin. It's still for sale and we're all hoping it can sell this summer. It's sad saying goodbye, but it's been a long time coming and I can't take the anticipation much longer.

The weekend was so nice. I don't remember the last time it didn't rain over Memorial Weekend up there. Harrison had a blast, too. The car ride was okay, he was not too happy about the 2.5 hour drive, but we managed. We ran into a real bump that night, after we were already there. Harrison didn't go to bed well. He was not a fan of his portable crib (he's almost too big for it, so I don't really blame him). We eventually let him cry himself out, but he woke up a few times crying that night and at 3:00 in the morning, I gave in and tried bringing him to bed with us. Harrison had never slept in the same bed with us before, let alone slept in a big bed. We were always fairly adamant about not letting that happen when he was little. Now, I didn't sleep the greatest, but Harrison did much better and agreed with the big bed. He slept there all weekend. Nap times, we had to lay in bed with him until he fell asleep, then we could sneak out. Though, Matt got stuck with Harrison falling asleep on him, so he couldn't escape and was stuck for nearly 2 hours under a sleepy baby. The weekend was a little foreshadowing for Con. He'll probably end up in our bed there, too, so it's probably good he only staying until Friday night.

Harrison got to try out the kayak with his Grandpa. He seemed to enjoy it, but he really didn't like the life jacket, it kept riding up into his chin. After he was back on the dock, he really wanted to go in the lake, so we took off his shoes and I stood in the water to just dunk his feet in. I knew before his toes hit the water that he would not be pleased. The water was freezing and I was correct. Harrison let out a shriek and his feet were out and back on the dock in no time.

We got to walk into town a couple of times, we visited the candy store, Harry and I got moccasins (Thanks, Grandma and Grandpa/Mom and Dad!)

Harrison got to play with water/bubbles in the sink, so I think that satiated his water needs. He also got to take a couple showers up there. There's no tub, only a standing shower and he was so filthy. I was afraid he might be scared by it, but he didn't want to get out. He had to sit down because it was slippery, but he really liked the water pouring and didn't mind that the "tub" wasn't full.

A weekend of firsts for Harrison, but it was fun. We were all glad to get home, though. Harrison was happy to be back in his own crib and has been sleeping great in it as normal. (We thought he might try to sleep in our bed after we got home too, but not the case).

My plants weren't dead! They survived the weekend!

Harrison has also learned how to say "Uh-Oh". It's incredibly adorable! What's most adorable is that he'll usually say it before he does something to warrant it. He was sitting in his high chair at dinner, he said "Uh-Oh" and then pushed his sippy-cup over the edge of his tray. Uh-Oh!

Now, back to sewing!

To Done

What a day, what a day.

It was going so well, too.

I'm going to start with the good.

I watch a lot of youtube. Mostly vloggers and videographers who are popular. One of my favorites is Hannah Hart, her main channel is My Drunk Kitchen where she cooks while drunk and often leads to much hilarity. But she also has personal vlogs where she talks about her life/opinions. She often brings up a daily list she does called the To Done list. Instead of having a To Do list of things to accomplish, she lists things that she has already done throughout the day, therefore feeling a sense of accomplishment instead of guilt for not getting everything planned out of the way.

I think the To Done list is a great idea, especially for a mom. We try to fit in so many things and do so much in a day, laundry, dishes, vacuuming, cooking, cleaning, exercise, not to mention constantly watching your toddler like a hawk and running a small home business. While I might not get everything done every day, I can start making lists of the things I did accomplish.

To Done list:

• Breakfast for Harrison
• Got dressed
• Went to play group
• Made lunch
• Did Dishes
• Fed Dog
• Put Harrison down for a nap
• Sewed things
• Didn't forget the laundry
• Got Harrison up
• Snack Time
• Play/Watched movie (cause it's all rainy out)
• Made/ate dinner
• Did Dishes
• Fed Dog and cat
• Cleaned chocolatey Harrison
• Soothed sad Harrison
• Cleaned up floor full of spilled salt
• Gave Harrison Bath
• Story time/Bedtime
• Cleaned shower drain (ew, ew, ew)
• Took Shower
• Didn't forget laundry again
• Cleaned living room
• Blogged/ me time

See! Productive day!

Now to the "Sad Harrison" part of that day. Harrison took a pretty rough tumble. I ran upstairs quick to use the bathroom, Harrison usually follows me, but this time he didn't. I was quick and when I came back down, he was waiting in the living room, pointing at the kitchen. Harrison had pulled a place-mat and knocked the salt shaker on the floor. Salt was everywhere and the shaker was nowhere to be seen. Harrison looked guilty, but I had a good laugh. He was walking through and playing with the salt, so I sat him on the kicthen chair to dust off his feet. I went to pull the chair back to clean up the salt, but at the same moment, Harrison tried to get down. His hands didn't catch his fall and he fell face first on the hard floor. He was screaming, I was crying, there was blood and I had no idea what to do. It took a moment for my brain to kick in.

It was not a 911 emergency, but our doctors office had just closed. Matt was working late, so he wasn't home. I called Matt's mom, she's only two minutes away and said she would come right over. It helped calm me, knowing someone was coming. Logic brain kept working, I grabbed paper towels and had Harrison hold them on his mouth and began cleaning him up. At first I thought it was his nose, but although it looked swollen, it was not bleeding. The blood was all coming from his mouth, I thought he had knocked a tooth loose. Checked teeth, all seem fine. I grabbed an ice pack from the freezer and told Harrison to put it in his mouth, which he obliged and he hung onto it for the next hour. Harrison was completely calm by the time Matt's parents arrived, but I was still very shaky. Harrison had split his gums which is where the blood was coming from, but it stopped quickly. He had blood all down his shirt and tears all down his face, but he looked a little better. No signs of concussion, he was really grouchy the rest of the night (understandably), but still pretty normal. Bath time cheered him up and bedtime went smoothly. 

I feel soooo guilty. I know it wasn't really my fault, but it still seems like it. I shouldn't have moved the chair, but I didn't know Harrison was going to try and jump off, I shouldn't have put him on the chair, but he's usually fine sitting for a minute. I shouldn't have gone to the restroom for 30 seconds, but he usually follows me and I didn't realize he wasn't behind me. I'm going to check his nose tomorrow, I don't think it's broken, but if it's super bruised in the morning, I'll be taking him to the doctor just to be sure.

It was so scary. I know accidents happen, especially with children. Harrison is daring, he likes to jump off of furniture, climb high and run really fast. But it's scary, and I know he'll get scuffed up again, I just, as a mother, want to take the hurt away and catch him every time he falls. I don't know who felt worse tonight, me or Harrison. 

Hoping for a better day tomorrow. If a doctor's visit is not necessary, we're going to Trader Joe's, Target and then visiting Grandma.