I helped take down the cupboards...

With the return of our income taxes my hubby and I decided to replace our old worn down cabinets. We ordered them and ended up getting one back that was not quite right. We decided to get the project underway with the cabinets we did have.

I emptied the two cabinets we would need to take down. Hubby removed one cabinet and then went out to the garage to get a 2X4. While he was gone I thought "why don't I take down the other cabinet for him and it'll be a nice surprise?" So I get two screws out and then the head breaks off the third one. No problem, that happened to hubby too and he just yanked on it a bit to get it off.

I start to yank. The cupboard next to the one I was working on began moving too. As I continued, a little more cautiously, I decided to just wiggle it back and forth instead of yanking on it. Well, I forgot that two years ago when we were putting up a new ceiling hubby just tacked the cabinets up onto a single 2X4, because when he did that it was a "temporary-fix". So, unbeknownst to me, as I am jiggling and wiggling and pulling on this single cabinet, all the rest are getting it too.

Did I mention I hadn't cleared out the cabinets that were supposed to stay up?

Anyway, next thing I know ALL the cabinets are crashing down. I'm on a step stool trying to hold up the end I have been working on, the middle is caught on a little shelf on the wall, the others are just pouring out their contents. All I hear is shattering glass. Hubby is still out in the garage. So I stand there, because if I move the cabinets will definately fall completely down, and the door that is being held shut by my body will also lose it's contents. I stand there waiting for hubby to come back, and yet I'm hoping he never does. LOL

He comes back and I start yelling for him to come into the kitchen. tick tock tick tock tick tock... "Ummmm honey, could you hurry?"

"I am"

"Yeah, I need you to hurry a little faster!"

The look on his face when he walked into the kitchen was priceless. But to his credit he didn't yell or give me a hard time. I think he was in too much shock. He came over and helped me get the cabinets down (losing more glasses and other stuff in the process). Then he sat down and just stared at the floor. Meanwhile I am stuck on this stool in my stocking feet unable to move for the shards of shattered glass all around me. So after a gentle prompting, he got me some slippers. He even helped with clean up.

The floor, which was also replaced just over three years ago with a wood laminate, is scarred and gauged beyond repair. I'm thinking a nice area rug for the kitchen has now become a necessity.

So yeah, lesson learned here: ME + power tools + construction projects = DISASTER!

**note: Thomas was in his chair at the Kitchen table out of harms way when this happened!**

Amazing Thomas

I talked to Thomas' teacher today and she told me something that happened during his OT session this morning:

During OT (occupational therapy) his therapist had him in the swing. When it was time for him to stop swinging, she tried to take him off the swing. Well, he wasn't ready to get off the swing, and pushed her hands away and SAID "NO!"

Of course, he hasn't repeated it since then, and I'm sure he probably won't until he's good and ready, but WAHOO!!! Progress is Progress! So now his vocabulary (when he chooses to use it) consists of "Mama" & "No".

I have such an amazing little boy!

Happy Birthday to my Baby Boy!

Five years old. I can't believe it. It has been five years since I was blessed with my amazing and sweet little boy. He is not so little anymore, growing faster than I care to admit. This last year has been such a big year for him. He's come so far in social, physical, and even mental development.

Can this little boy, now five years old and becoming so independant, be the tiny baby who came rushing into this world 8 weeks too early? He was eager to come out and greet the world, and has been doing things at his own pace ever since. Some things take him longer, and some things seem to come much too fast.

Saturday we had a nice party with many of our friends and family helping to celebrate. He received so many nice gifts and still, two days later, has yet to explore them all. Last year he was still a bit anxious in a crowd and cried when we sang "happy birthday." This year he was a little social butterfly and was all smiles during the singing. He even ate some of his cake!

This has been one of the best years I have had the pleasure of sharing with Thomas. I can only hope the coming year has as many accomplishments and joys as the past one did.