And the award goes to . . . .

Yes, if they were presenting an award today for mom of the year, I would be a serious contender.  I would like to present a defense that Grayson was up crying almost every hour last night so I feel like I am in a fog - but that is really no excuse for this day.  It was simply rough in general to start because of the night.  Just before ten this morning, I had to take Davis downstairs for an ongoing discipline issue (fun, fun).  As I was coming up the stairs, I hear Grayson screaming only 15 minutes into his nap . . . FANTASTIC.  The award winning moment however is Parker running out of the guest room, frantically scrapping his tongue, yelling "that pop is yucky mommy!".  I took one look in Grayson's room and knew that he had gone in after the crying baby and had taken the rubbing alcohol off the changing table.  He had opened it and drank some in the guest room.  The back of the bottle says "If swallowed, seek medical attention immediately, death or serious injury could occur".  Obviously the next part of this story is my first ever, crying phone call to poison control.  The lady kindly reassured me that a child his age will not typically ingest enough rubbing alcohol to cause a problem because it tastes so bad.  She told me to brush his teeth, give him lots of fluids and watch him to make sure he didn't get nauseous or overly tired.  Good news - he appears to be "okay".  Of course, not even two rough hours later, Parker took a fall directly on his head.  He didn't break his fall on anything other than his noggin.  He has a huge goose egg and it has "aggregate burn" type cuts in the bump from the rocks.  (the picture does not do it any justice).  This poor kid!  Did I mention we are taking family pictures with my extended family next week :)  As I type everyone is sleeping.  Hopefully Daddy will be home soon and we can give this day a restart.