It’s been a while…again, but things have been super hectic around here. Last week, after closely monitoring Taylor’s head injury and being elated that we were in the clear, we got hit with the stomach bug. Todd had the worst of it for a few days. I was unwell a few days later, but nothing like how he had it. I opened the windows and cleaned everything multiple times per day in hopes that the kids would avoid it, and it seemed to work. We had a wonderful weekend, and even got to spend some time at the playground on Sunday.

Come Sunday night into Monday morning, Taylor got hit with the bug – hard. She ran into our room (at 2am) and up to me in bed with handfuls of throw up. Poor girl. She had a few rough days but is back to her regular, happy self!

I was so excited that she made it through the entire school day with no issues today. When the boys and I went to pick her up from school, they were overly excited since we hadn’t been there in a few days. I was talking to one of the other moms as the boys were anxiously waiting for their sister to come out. They kept going near the sliding, automatic doors and putting their hands near them. I told them multiple times today (and on many other occasions) that they were not allowed to touch them and that someone was going to get hurt. They love watching the “magic doors” open and close. As I was standing there, I witnessed Jackson get hurt; it was almost like watching a slow-motion replay of something, but it happened quickly – within seconds, if that makes any sense. As the door was sliding open to let someone in, Jackson stuck his arm in between the doors, which quickly slid closer to him, consuming his entire arm. I screamed and ran to him (I was two feet away) and had to stop him from pulling himself, as I was afraid he was going to dislocate something or break his arm. At the same time, I was trying to pull the inner most sliding door (which was now stuck) off of him. I’m here to tell you that Mom-Strength is a real thing. I always wondered how people lifted cars off of people in emergencies, and although this doesn’t compare to a car, the door was heavy and not meant to be pulled apart. I somehow managed to pull it off of him, while holding him still. Another mother ran over to see if he was okay, and then to check on me once we knew Jacks was okay. Jackson screamed and cried and somehow walked away with only a small red mark on his arm. I am so relieved that he is okay and so irritated that he didn’t listen in the first place! These two goons can find trouble inside a paper bag.