CALL 911

As the days go by and Faith decides to continue on her way with not following directions, she got a real scare at lunch. As she was sitting at the table in her chair, I continued to tell her to turn around and face the table. Not only can the chair flip she has been putting her legs in between the spindles. Now being the mom that I am, I think that she should learn the hard way on some things. Like gymnastics, you learn tricks by falling. However you learn the correct way to fall to avoid getting seriously hurt. Well as I headed upstairs to get her room ready for nap she started crying. Yep, she had her leg stuck in the spindles. I headed down to help her and I couldn't get it out. I tried the butter. "Let's butter it up" I say. I have always seen it work in the movies. You know the ones where the little kid has his head stuck on the stairway. "Cooooold" she says. Yep that's right. So it didn't work. I'll go get Pa Pa's saw. Talk to your kitty, I tell her. All that crying is upsetting her. I couldn't find it in the garage. Probably a good thing. I am not too good with one anyways. I wanted to just cut the spindle and her leg would probably go with it knowing me. Let's call 911. So I picked up the phone and dialed and tried to pick her up. As I picked her up her ankle slid out. "WaaaaWaaaa" She was scared. 911 called me back. "Everything ok?" I think so I tell them. So let the toddler years begin with a bang. Plus, get this. My little gymnast did her first somersault ALL by herself. We inclined her mattress with a bean bag and down she rolled. Yeah!!