Poor Allyson is definitely not a weeble. It started out well enough Saturday morning. She slept in for a bit and then had her banana, the current favorite, and cereal, and got to play around in her PJ’s. But then… I needed to do some shopping for a wedding gift, a baby shower gift, and the normal groceries. I took off in the morning to beat the rush, and left Ally and Ernest home to play together. I had a great time shopping and I enjoyed the quiet time. In the mean time at home, Ernest successfully got Ally to sleep and then the fun began. She was tripping and falling over everything – and nothing. Poor girl has so many bumps and bruises. It culminated that evening while we were making dinner. She loves to play in the cabinets, and there are a couple of cabinets that she has free reign in since they have plastic bowls, pitchers, and the like in them. This time, though, she decided to fit herself inside a cabinet and pulled a pitcher in with her. She succeeded in getting her head wedged between the cabinet and the pitcher, all inside the cabinet. It scared her pretty good and she let out a good holler. We got her unstuck and calmed down, and she only had minimal scratches on her face from the pitcher.
So, Sundays are hard at our house, because our Sacrament meeting starts at 11:30, and we are in meetings until 2:30. Before we had a kid, this would have been the PERFECT time for church. After kids though….this is right in the middle of Ally’s nap time. She’s “busy” enough now that if anything is going on around her, she won’t settle down and go to sleep. So even though it’s quiet and relaxing at church, there are so many people around that she wants to wave, talk, sing, dance, and run all over the place. This particular Sunday, I was sitting on the couch waiting for Ernest to finish getting ready so we could leave. Ally climbed on the couch next to me, grabs a pillow and the throw, and cuddles up. A SURE sign she is getting tired. I had the fleeting thought to send Ernest to church, and I could stay home with the little Miss. This was even more appealing because of the morning sickness that was nagging at me. But, we all got together and headed to church, with Ally yawning the whole way there. Oh, I forgot something. Ernest was eating cocoa pebbles for breakfast, and Ally was begging for some. So he gave her some from his spoon. The cereal started to drop from her chin, so he went to move the bowl under her chin to catch it - and dumped a cup of cereal all down the front of her dress. So, she got a change. Then we all got started headed to church.
In sacrament, she was decently quiet. Until….she was sitting on the pew and leaned forward to get a book, and lost her balance. She smacker her face on the pew in front of us. Ernest and I both grabbed her before she could scream, but I couldn’t get her out of the chapel before she let out a couple of screams. And to top it off, even before we made it out the chapel, she had blood all over her face and shirt, and it was getting all over me. All I could think was “she’s missing a tooth.” Of course, the bathroom is at the other end of the building. I got her in the bathroom and got her cleaned up, and discovered that she had just bit her lip. I got the bleeding to stop and all teeth seem to be intact. We ended up taking her home early and giving her an icee and Tylenol at home.
So, while her face seemed to be doing better, her temperament wasn’t! She kept throwing tantrums, two hours worth, before she would fall asleep for her nap. After her nap however, she was a little sweetie. Singing, dancing, talking, cuddling. Until she turned around and ran into the corner of the dining room table (it’s padded, thank goodness). And then fell off of her stool. So, weebles may wobble but not fall down, but Ally’s wobble and do fall down!