It's a Monday. While I was nursing Harry, B and I were watching "Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood". Sean was getting dressed.
Suddenly, B was tapping my arm. I looked over at him, he had tears streaming down his face and I could tell he was choking.
I put Harry in the bouncer and grabbed B (in one "mom swoop"). I gave B the Heimlich and smacked his back. He puked all over the floor and a penny came up. Thank goodness for my lifeguard training!!
While I was tending to B, calling Ma'am (my mom) and making him drink water to see if his throat was sore, Sean went out into the garage. I went to see what he was doing, and as soon as I opened the door, I hear, "I so, so, sorry."
Yep. Pee. In the garage. Again. This is the second time he's felt the urge to pee in the garage. I asked him why he did it and he said, "I don't know, Mommy. I so, so sorry."
One choking, one peeing...all before 11 AM.
Garfield was so spot on...
But at least it is over with, right??