Our First Tragedy

The poor ducky, it is a good thing he wasn't a true living being!
Do you see the little fingerprints in the red? The kids thought it was alot of fun to play in it!
Ethan, still laughing and smiling...even though he has several battle wounds to show.
The scene of the crime. We are still in the process of thinking of little people that are mobile and ready to experiment with anything they can get their little hands (or fingers) on.
Daddy, who feels like he is ready to pull his hair out, I guess I will not be looking for him to offer to watch the kids while I go out again!

So here is the story. Every first Thursday night of the month we have FPA (Foster Parent Association) meetings that we can go to and it counts toward our credit hours that we need to keep up for our yearly foster parent liscense. Well, we tried taking our babies to the nursery back in January (Ada was 3 months and Ethan was a week old) and we were not exactly pleased with how they were tended to. We then found out that only one of us needs to attend to get the credit hours. So we started taking turns staying home with the kids. These meetings are usually 2 hours long and teach us about different things that foster parents will find useful. Tonight we learned about Meth and the effects it has on people and what are the warning signs. Anyway, I will be honest, I was looking forward to a night without 5 little people competing for my attention, though I love them all dearly. I went to the meeting, learned alot, reaffermed that I never want to be around drugs, talked to other foster parents after the meeting, and arrived home about 8:45 as usual. When I walked in I was greeted with a "be careful!" I looked down and saw chairs strategically placed throughout the kitchen and dining room and went on to see the scene as viewed in these pictures.

Jason is a wonderful person, and he has found out what we go through every day. One of the older boys had a bathroom problem and hid it from him until it was too late andthere wasmesses all over. The other boy wet his pants. Then while Jason was on the phone with his uncle trying to find out what is going on with Grandma Henry (she is failing very fast) it heard a loud noise. Ethan had gotten some jars off of a shelf and one broke, home made salsa (dad we could use another jar!) Well, our children have a strange love for peppers and spicy things so before Jason could get their they found out that the salsa tasted very good! The kept digging around and putting it in their mouth. Ada was able to walk away with no cuts at all. Ethan must be right handed, because his right hand is all cut up. I have not actually seen the hand without the bandages, Jason took care of all of that before I arrived home.

If any of you know my hubby, you know that he doesn't like to panic over things. He had just gotten on the phone with his Uncle Dave and there was alot that needed to be shared. Jason was on the phone almost the entire time that he was bandaging/cleaning/checking the kids out! Uncle Dave had no idea what was going on! After checking out the situation, Jason saw the cuts were minor and knew and ER visit was not needed.

I do not know detail by detail, as I was not home. But my wonderful husband went through alot tonight and I am very thankful for him...I am also thankful it was him!

Somehow through this entire ordeal, I ended up getting in trouble! Imagine that!

Ethan is fine, and is in bed right now playing around! (Thankfully)