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Claire vs. Chair

So, in the last three days, Claire has fallen off three different chairs.  I’m really hoping history doesn’t repeat itself, and make today Day Number Four.  Knock on wood…but not with your head, please.

It all started on Thursday.  Thursday was slotted to be a relatively full day.  We had swimming lessons bright and early in the morning, and then Story Time at a local library after that.  We had enough time to come home, have lunch, and make deviled eggs to take to Bunco that night.  Then, I’d have plenty of time for Claire to take a nap while I got ready.  My hubby was going to come home early to watch Claire so that I could make my escape.

Swimming Lessons and Story Time go without a hitch.  Even lunch was a success.  It was almost time for Claire’s nap, but she wanted to help me make “doubled eggs.”  So, I set the water to boil, boiled the eggs, and I let her pull up a kitchen chair to the sink to help me peel the eggs when they were done.

I have a system for deviled eggs that works for me.  It’s an appetizer that I love to make, and I know the recipe by heart.  As I’m mixing up the ingredients for the innards, Claire is running cold water over the eggs.  (They aren’t really hot at this point, so she is in no danger of burning herself.)

I turn around to put the mayonnaise and mustard back in the fridge.  I kneel down to find the right spaces, and all of a sudden, the kitchen chair Claire is standing on comes flying across the room and smashes into the cupboards right behind my head.  In a split second, I whip around and see Claire land smack on the floor, flat on her face, out flat like a trapeze artist who has missed his mark.

My brain can’t even really process what has happened.  The crash of the chair scared me half to death and seeing her fall like that made my heart stop.  How did this happen?  She wasn’t goofing around at all!

Because I’m already on the floor, I roll her over onto her back with one arm and open the freezer with the other.  I immediately put one icepack on her cheek and get the other one out just in case.  That’s when I see her arm.

Her right arm has a bruise in the form of a line, right above her elbow, and it’s already starting to swell.  My voice is calm and I’m telling her to calm down, and it will be okay, and I’m trying to believe the words myself.  I put the other icepack on her arm and pick up the phone.

My husband is nearly impossible to reach at the office, but I try there on the off chance that he’s at his desk.  He is.  I try not to panic but tell him that I don’t need to call 911 (no blood spurting, and no visible broken bones), but I’m calling the nurseline to see what they say about tips for telling how a bone is broken without using an x-ray machine.  I just wanted to give him a heads up.

I call the nurseline, and after answering their matrix of questions, it’s determined that I should take Claire to the pediatrician or the ER to be checked out.  I call the pediatrician, and they can get us in right away.  It’s in the same hospital as the ER, so x-rays won’t be an issue if they feel those are necessary.

Meanwhile, Claire is in good spirits.  She has stopped crying.  She tells me her face hurts a lot, but her arm only hurts if I poke it.  “Pet it gently Momma, and it won’t hurt as much,” she keeps telling me.

A trip to the hospital and one Sleeping Beauty Sticker later it’s determined that her arm isn’t broken.  He also checked out her cheekbone and her mouth.  No fractures there either.

We barely make it back in time for me to finish making the deviled eggs and get to my Ladies’ Night Out festivities.  “I don’t think I’m going to help you this time, Momma…okay?” was what Claire had to say when I asked her if she wanted to help me finish the project.  I didn’t blame her!

I still don’t know exactly what happened.  The accident reconstruction of the event did not match the injuries or position of the body, so it’s still a mystery.  I’m just glad I was right there, and that we got ice on everything right away.  You can’t even see a bruise on her cheek, and her arm looks worse than it feels.

So, that was Day One, Chair One.  What about the other two?  Friday’s Main Event involved a dining room chair, the back of her head and the carpeted floor.  (That one scared her more than anything, but the thump of her head is never a sound I like to hear.)  Saturday’s Smack Down included a tumble off of a small chair in Momma’s office, only this time her fall was broken by the play kitchen set, which again, made more racket than damage I think.

Momma has laid down the law, and new rules have been established with regard to proper chair usage.  We’ll see if this helps, but I’m not so sure.  I mean, in a majority of the cases, she wasn’t doing anything wrong.  In the meantime, it’s a good thing we have more than one ice pack, because they’re barely having time to solidify before we need to use them again.

Now I understand why they have that feature

This should have been my first clue.

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A pile of pink pajamas and a half-naked body in the background

A pile of pink pajamas and a half-naked body in the background

“Claire? What are you doing?”

“Look how high I can reach, Momma!”

“Look how high I can reach, Momma!”

“Awesome. What are you doing?”

“I’m takin’ a shower, Momma! Look! I took off my clothes, and I push this, and water comes out! I’m takin’ a shower!”

This was actually really funny and way too ingenious to be punished for…you’d think the cold water would be a deterrent enough, but no. She’s immune to freezing cold water. So, instead, I put an end to her impromptu shower; she helped me clean up the water, and I activated a feature that previous to now, I’d never really understood:

Locked

Locked

Now, I do.

😉

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Claire’s new hiding place

Last week, we arranged the furniture in our upstairs living room.

For years, the large area rug we love and adore has cuddled up against whatever piece of furniture is sitting on it and creates this horrible wrinkle.  We’ve tried different methods to alleviate this problem, but nothing has worked.

Finally, we decided that the only way to remedy this is to rearrange so that none of the furniture rests on or touches the rug in any way.

Of course, it can’t be that simple.

The matrix we need to use to do this is full of criteria.  We can’t have the couch up against the railing, because the preschooler would see it as a trampoline with a very tall and hard landing should she go flying over the edge.  You can’t cover any of the heating vents.  You try every option that doesn’t require moving the china cabinet that weighs more than my car…when it’s empty, let alone taking the time to remove all of the delicate plates, etc.  Ficus had to move to make room for the purple chair, and we can only hope she likes her home over in the corner by the dining room table.

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The Great Upstairs Living Room Rearrange Project of October 2008

Ficus used to live over behind the purple chair.

The Great Upstairs Living Room Rearrange Project of October 2008

Now she lives over by the big window. And, you can see that pesky wrinkle in the rug!

So, with this over there, and that over here, and this like that, and that like this, it works!  We finally got the room set up just the way we liked it, while matching all the criteria on our list!

Of course, with these new changes in place, Claire discovered a new hiding place.

Can you tell where she’s hiding?

Can you tell where she’s hiding?

No? Look again.

No? Look again. She is starting to emerge.

There she is!

There she is!

She loves it in there.

She loves it in there.

And, she is really good at getting out!

And, she is really good at getting out!

She is also really good at getting back in!

She is also really good at getting back in!

She just has to be careful with her fingers, but she is learning!

She just has to be careful with her fingers, but she is learning!

Is that the face of someone who has been trapped in a wooden box?

Is that the face of someone who has been trapped in a wooden box?

Had you discovered our child spends a good portion of the day trapped in a solid wooden box, you’d probably assume that we forced her in there against her will, and you’d call Child Services on us. When, in reality, that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Daddy’s father (Claire’s PaPa) made this end table for him years ago.  Until The Great Furniture Rearrange of October 2008, we’d had it turned and wedged so that little fingers couldn’t open the door.  None of us realized that it wasn’t being used to its full potential.

…until now!  😉

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Sometimes that just happens

“Momma!  Shut this!  I can’t get it shut!  Can you shut it for me?!”  Claire frantically calls to me from the bathroom.

“You can’t shut what?”  I ask as I walk into the room.  Nothing seems out of the ordinary, Claire looking up at me from where she’s standing by the sink.

“That!  The MEDicineCABinet,” she says, the words nearly combining into one noun, her inflection enhancing the separation in the two words.  She’s pointing up to an open door.

I don’t see a stepstool.  There are no preschooler tracks on the counter.  And, she is standing innocently on the floor.  But, I can see right through her disguise.  Innocent?  Hardly.  Interrupted in whatever she had been trying to do up there?  Absolutely.  She has gotten quicker, more ninja-like.

“You think you need the medicine cabinet closed?  Well…what was it doing open!?”

“Oh,” she said matter-of-factly, sounding more 30 than almost 3.  Then she shrugged and looked around with an over-exaggerated innocence.  “Wellllllllllll…sometimes that just happens.”

🙂