Eaten by the Alligator

We just returned from vacation.  We had a wonderful time except for one big incident.  Happy Feet loved the elevator that was in our hotel...she called it the alligator. My husband and I were talking to some people that we met at the pool when it happened.  Happy Feet hopped on the "alligator" and she was gone.  I could hear her crying as she went down.  My husband and I just looked at each other in disbelief.  He ran down the stairwell yelling for her like a crazy dad. I stayed put with Red Shoes and Swoosh.  I called the front desk for help and they sent about 12 people.  She was gone for what we think was around ten minutes.  It was awful...I was really worried that she would get outside and get run over or that she would drown.  She was finally found by guy who worked for the resort and she was pretty pale and looked very scared.  He found her outside she was coming up the parking garage ramp.  When I saw her I just grabbed her and started sobbing.  She was very quiet the rest of the night...if you know Happy Feet you know that's unusual.  We talked about what happened, about staying with mom and dad, what to do when you get lost, etc.  It really made me think about some things.  When I questioned her again about what she should do if she got lost she said, "but I won't (get lost).  Oh boy.  This girl...so independent and so strong willed. I love her so deeply, but my oh my. She makes us up our game time and time again. Pin It

Whatta Day!

This picture depicts what my day felt like today.  Red Shoes had a Tonsillectomy last week and had one of his worst days today.  The pain medicine kept wearing out before I could give him more.  It was one of those days where at the end of your day your husband comes home steps foot in the door and wonders what on earth you did all day long.  One of those days where you spend a lot of it rocking a child who doesn't feel well, giving more than one bath to the baby who just pooped for the third time that day, I mean REALLY pooped!   You all know what I'm talking about.  By the end of the day we've all felt like the illustration above. 

While I felt like I'd run a marathon by the end of the day, the kids seemed as fresh as could be.  They stacked all of the cushions up so that they could get up and almost over the window to the kitchen.  They played in water and bubbles.  I didn't care...at all.  I was glad for something to hold their attention for a little while before their dad could rescue me.  They had fun and and I kind of enjoyed watching them play in the water and bubbles. 

Here's to a less frazzled mom tomorrow! 

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