Heaven, help us

*WARNING! This post contains some sad state of affairs. Read at your own discretion* 

Monkey got the shock of his life yesterday morning. While on our way out the door to go to church, I turn around in the kitchen and what do I see? A little boy jamming a bobby pin into the electrical outlet. There was a loud POP, and a lil' bit of smoke, and a flash of red. Now most kids would just have stuck the bobby pin straight into one side of the outlet, but my Monkey takes the bobby pin, wedges it open with a penny and ultimately, creates his own plug. So, he made sure each side of the bobby pin went into it's own opening of the outlet. Genius? No. The kid almost killed himself!!


*Just on a side note, so you don't think we're terrible parents for not child proofing our house, I did put the outlet covers over EVERY SINGLE outlet we have. Monkey goes around and picks them out. I can't keep up with him. And he has NEVER tried to stick anything in an outlet before! I've explained to him that it is a BIG "owie" and "no, no." And I thought he understood. I thought wrong.*


He didn't shoot back 20 feet like the movies make it seem. His hair didn't singe or stand on end. He didn't fall over. He didn't pass out. (We have his shoes to thank for that) But he DID cry.

The morning after. Already, 200% better! Man, kids rejuvenate FAST!

The smell of his burnt flesh was nauseating to me. We ran cold water over it, and put a cold cloth on his "owies" that he held to protect his hand from anyone touching it. I held him the whole time Hubby was searching for the proper protocol on "what to do after my child just electrocutes himself." Surprisingly, they tell you how to prevent these things, but don't tell you what to do if, heaven help us, your kid gets the shock of their life!

We eventually decided to take him to the ER after talking to a nice nurse on the phone. We didn't have to wait long and actually saw two people we knew in the waiting room! (But that's a different story) Peds was AWESOME and totally made me want to change my profession. I would love to be the doctor that makes kids all better and then on top of that, gives them a Popsicle!


Monkey was a trooper. They put TONS of stickers on him (that I'm still trying to peel off) so they could perform an EKG to make sure his heart was okay and they drew blood to make sure his muscles weren't breaking down. He got a finger puppet, sticker, AND BEST OF ALL, an orange Popsicle.


We took him home after we found out the electricity DIDN'T go through his heart, it went in his thumb and out his middle finger. His blood work came back normal and we decided it was time we all relax and take a nap. We ate lunch, polysporin-ed and band-aid-ed the boy right up, and put him down for a  late nap. I called my Mom and Dad to let them know what happened, Hubby and I relaxed, and then we woke up the boy to try and feed him some food. Whenever he would see an outlet he would say, "Owie! BOOM!" Guess he learnt his lesson.


All in all, a crazy day. But, heaven, help us if he pulls another act like that.

Showing off his claws and smiley face sticker.

Monkey is doing well now. He's dancing to Alvin & The Chipmunks Christmas music and eating ham and cheese like it's going outta' style. He just thinks he's a dinosaur with three big claws on his right hand.