All was great, spaghetti was ready, so I picked up the pot to bring it over to the strainer in the sink. Archie was still standing on his chair by the stove. As soon as I moved over to the sink, he wanted to come over there too. Of course that involved getting off of his chair and moving it.
When he went to jump down, he put his left hand right on top of the HOT burner- hot as could be. He fell to the ground SCREAMING and I could smell burning flesh. My poor baby.
He just screamed and cried as I held him. I have never heard him cry like that before. I looked at it, and it didn't look TOO bad...but I really didn't know what to do for a burn. We ran up to the pharmacy to ask them what I should do. As soon as we walked in the store, Archie wanted to be sure to tell everyone about his "boo boo" and show it to them. He chased one lady down an entire aisle (all the while still screaming and crying) and insisted that she look at his boo boo. He explained to her "hot sketti". (spaghetti).
He was still crying in the car on the way home, and I could tell he was in so much pain. He insisted on holding my hand the entire drive, which probably isn't the safest way to drive considering that his carseat is directly behind me.
I was trying to be strong the whole time. But I finally broke down. This was the worst pain I had ever seen either of my kids in-- and it killed me. I also was so mad at myself. If I had just reminded him before I moved the pot off of the burner, not to touch and that it was still hot, I would have prevented the whole thing. Or if I had just taken him down off the chair before I moved. So I started crying in the car right along with him.
The second he heard me crying, he said, "no, mommy, don't cry, mommy! Archie's okay, mommy." He actually even tried to stop crying and was just sort of whimpering. If he heard me even sniffle, he would beg, "please, mommy, don't cry".
It was as if he would rather take the pain than see me cry. It blows me away how concerned with my happiness he always is. Another time, during a church service, my friend and pastor told a little bit of our adoption story. I was holding Archie in my lap and I pretty much cried like a baby throughout the whole thing. Archie just held my face with both of his hands, looked in my eyes and would whisper, "no cry, mommy". He cuddled me and rubbed my back the whole time. He even wiped my tears.
He is constantly asking me if I am happy. "Happy, Mommy? Happy, Mommy?" He asks all day long. Of course I tell him a million times a day how happy he makes me and how proud of him I am. The absolute worst thing in the world for him is to hear me tell him that something he did made me sad. He will cry and beg, "please mommy, no sad! Mommy happy, please!" I am not sure where this obsession comes from- but it is a HUGE obsession of his.
Ace was so sweet when we got home and was doing everything she could to try and make Archie laugh. She put on a little show about Cinderella riding a giraffe. Archie loved it and was cracking up the entire time. They took a super long bath, which always makes Archie happy.
Since I didn't get any sad crying pictures during the whole ordeal, I tried to get Archie to reenact. This is him "crying".
He loves to go under and hold his breath
Then off to bed for Mandatory "Wrestle Time"
And finally, sleep. (Okay, so they are faking it here, but they really were fast asleep within about five minutes of this picture)
Sweet Dreams, my precious Little Monsters! You two make me the happiest mommy in the whole wide world!
Lots of Love!