"This is just not for me"

So I have always known that Macy is way more adventurous and significantly less cautious then Addison. This "free spirit" makes me laugh at times and shocks me at times but this last week...it freaked me out! Let me start from the beginning....

As in every household with small children a new battle develops after each and every holiday with the whoopers being Halloween and Easter. What battle am I talking about, the battle of the excessive consumption of holiday candy. I am a candy lover and so I can appreciate this attitude of extreme indulgence but as a mom I must at least TRY to limit the candy to replacing only one meal and possibly one snack a day until it is gone.

This year I had a wonderful idea. I would put all of the candy in a very large and heavy (takes both of my hands to lift it) Crystal salad bowl that we received for our wedding. I filled the bowl and then placed it on a higher shelf in the pantry.

It only took a few days for the girls to figure out that the bar stools could be used to get them to that high shelf and they would be able to successfully retrieve whatever had been put on it. So last Tuesday morning Macy waits until I am out of the room and pulls the stool over to start the morning off with some quality nutrition. Turns out that even on the stool the bowl was just barely out of reach....and that was not about to stop my little adventurer. She got up on her toes and stretched her arms out as far as humanly possible.....and then it happened. The toes slipped out of place and down she was going backwards off of the stool.......BUT WAIT, the CANDY....as she wraps her little fingers around the large and very heavy crystal bowl and pulls it down with her. I rush out to see what was going on and quickly pick her up to give her some love. I think she is okay but she is REALLY crying. I give her a nice long kiss on the head and realize my face is now wet. Oh you guessed it, she had pulled that Crystal bowl down and it had hit the top of her head before it hit the ground next to where she landed. For some reason my wonderfully comforting kiss on her head triggered her cut to really start bleeding and I mean BLEEDING. It was everywhere. On the floor all over our clothes and quickly soaking through the kitchen towel I had grabbed to put pressure on it. (Hey, I watch House, Grey Anatomy and Private Practice..I know what to do).

I give it a few minutes as I am trying to get dressed in order to look presentable (ish) in the ER. The bleeding starts to slow down and appears to be coming to a stop. So I asked Addison to get another towel and then maybe try and wipe up some of the blood on the floor for me. ....because I needed to lay down before I passed out. Okay people, I know what you are thinking but I can't control it. It was all I could do to breathe through the entire thing and stay in the moment and care for my baby. I am starting to feel better and so I sit up and call my medical friend (who is my life saver and does not laugh when I say silly things or ask dumb medical questions) . Of course I better take a look at the area to answer some of the questions.....so I do. I can see the cut, see that the bleeding has stopped and then...oh wait, I need to throw up....yes, yes I did. Then Addison comes over to see Macy's head. She takes a look and then says with the sweetest most caring face in the world "Mom, I really want to help you and I am sorry that Macy is hurt, but this is just not for me" and has to walk out of the room. I could not stop smiling for I know what she is feeling.

In the end, Macy (and Addison) learned a very good lesson that day and are now more then happy to just ask for some help if something is to high in the pantry. Macy's head is crusty and scabbed over now and appears to be doing fine. We have been careful with Macy's head (doctors orders) and I have created the fear of death as the consequence for not being careful with Macy's head for the next few weeks. (What, they needed to know I was serious) All will be okay and I have a funny feeling that this will not be the last injury for my adventure girl.....put I pray that Daddy will be home next time and so Addison and I can go hide in the other room. :)