Friday Pot Luck.

I'm not sure if it's the Clomid, the heat, or the fact that my body is so sore from overdoing in yoga this week that I can't even breathe, but for some reason I am having a hard time focusing. 

Enter today's pot luck.

1) Summer is finally here. After two weeks of rain, and April like weather, we finally have some 80 degree temps that should make it through the next few months. It's about time! To make it official, the water in the park near our house is finally turned on. The little man pretty much refuses to wear any clothing now and is a walking prune from all the time in this freezing cold water. Last year he was too afraid to go in, but this year I can't get him out. 

2) Michael Jackson died. The nation/world seems to be gripped by this. I'm not surprised nor am I that saddened by his passing. Clearly, I didn't know the guy and I don't know if it's the prosecutor in me or the mother, but I just don't think anyone who was ever inappropriate (or repeatably accused of being inappropriate) with children shouldn't be glamorized simply because they passed. I liked his music prior to the 90's but at this point the real focus should be on the three children that he leaves behind. For two of them, their mother sold her rights away and another was birthed by a surrogate. I hope that in this circus surrounding him, someone will make sure that his children are placed in the right hands where they will be protected. More than anything his passing has just reminded me of the urgency to get our wills in place, you sadly never know what is going to happen. 

3) My kid really scared me. Yesterday around 4pm when the little man was supposed to be napping I heard a loud BANG, followed by a blood chilling scream. I immediately knew that somehow he had managed to climb out of his crib, but what I didn't know was how bad the damage would be. I tore down the steps to his closed door and while I was running I could only imagine what type of injury would/could be waiting on the other side. Broken bone, face, teeth? I couldn't get in there fast enough. When I got to his room he was laying on the ground. I immediately saw his mouth was bleeding but he was fine everywhere else. I cuddled him, laid him down, ripped off his clothes and through the tears (his and mine) I found him to be perfectly intact except for an egg on his head and a bite mark on his tongue. After some more rocking and a hand full of jelly beans he was running around like his usual self, but I was pretty shaken. I admonished him for climbing out, and told him he will get a boo boo if he does it again, but I''m not sure what else we can do. He is not even two, way too young for a toddler bed, and there wasn't any bumper/etc for him to climb on so at this point I guess we hope it doesn't happen again? Last night, just in case, I lined the floor with pillows and I was more than relieved to find him this morning still inside the crib. Oh, little danger mouse, you are going to give your poor mother a heart attack one of these days!

Have any of you had this problem at such a young age? Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. 

4) Momma's going out! I can't believe it but I haven't been out out in over a year. I'm not sure if it's the fear of the hangover, the lack of sleep, or just the lack of desire that has kept me inside. Well no longer! Tomorrow I am throwing caution to the wind and mama is going out! A bunch of friends and I are going to see my other friend's band play and I couldn't be more excited. I still fear 7am Sunday morning, but I can't wait for 7pm Saturday night!

I hope you all have an amazing weekend and that you are able to get out and enjoy some nice weather wherever you may be...