Laundry Basket sledding, drywall and heads

Of course when Matt travels, things seem to happen. Hours before he left, we awoke to Bobo retching. Then last night, our fire detectors went haywire, going off three times in the middle of the night, waking us all up. Thankfully, a 2:30 am to the Hampton Inn in Wilmington was answered, and Matt directed me to the fuse box, where I thought we had disabled the smoke detectors. Not. . .

Anyway, back to yesterday and Bobo. After cleaning the crate, I took Bobo straight upstairs for a bath, as he stunk (and that's putting it mildly). Because baths are not his favorite activity, I close the door to the bathroom so he cannot escape. Mid bath, I hear Ry cry, and it's a bad one. I beckon him into the bathroom, kiss his hurting head, cuddle him, and finish up with Bobo. Then, I make my way into the hallway. Immediately, I notice that the blue laundry basket has made its way to our stairwell landing. And then I see it. . .the hole. The nice round hole that is a perfect resemblance of the crown of Ryan's head. And there we have it, our first drywall indention.

I'm not angry or upset with the boy. I'm sure he thought it would be fun, and I probably would have thought the same thing at his age (well, not really). Oh. . .the joy of mothering boys. There is never a dull moment, and I love it. . .especially since Matt is the drywall repairer in our home. Thanks, honey!