yucky day.

Today started out pretty good and then just went downhill reeeeeeeeeeeeeeal fast.

My Dad called me and said that my Great-Grandma passed away. She's been on a downward spiral for years now, but the fact that now she's actually GONE is so bizarre. I guess I still never think that I'm going to die. I know that sounds really immature, but as I get older, mortality seems more, real. Me no likey.

She always made the best food. Any kind of anything she made was delicious. We would watch these movies: "Cinderfella" and "The Shakiest Gun in the West" and she would just crack up like she'd never seen them before! That laugh of her's was so amazing. It would fill the room and make you want to laugh right along with her. She was also an amazingly generous and selfless woman. Never thinking of herself before anyone. I'm really going to miss her...But, I'm glad that she gets to be with the love her life again.

After THAT, the day was pretty calm. My brother called and said we should have a memorial dinner for my grandma since we're all so far away. So I was getting ready for that when this happened...

I was straightening my hair and had both the babies in the bathroom with me. Ashlyn was getting into something, so I was getting her hands out of whatever and I heard Jordan whimpering behind me. Nothing alarming, just his usual "quit paying attention to Ashlyn and not me, Mom" whimper. So I continued on. His whimper got louder so I turned around and there he was, my sweet baby, holding on to the plates of the stupid straightener. I would have thought that he would let go once he realized it was hot, but nope. I had to pry his sweet little fingers off the thing. Then he set in with his blood curdling scream. I ran his hand under some room temperature water, wrapped it in a towel and collapsed onto the floor with him in my arms. I just sat there crying with him. It was the worst feeling I've felt in my life.

Like it was all my fault.

I always hand the straightener up when I'm using it. When I was 7 months old, I pulled my Mom's curling iron down on my arm and she said it was her worst motherhood moment. I never wanted that to happen, so I took precautions to make sure it didn't. And then it did. It was up at 26 out of 30 and I never turn it up that high. I just wanted to straighten my hair fast and be done with it. That'll teach me. My poor kid. He teaches me all these lessons. Unfortunately, they never seem to be very fun for him.

1. Mommy, keep your nail polish in a drawer where I can't eat it.

2. Mommy, don't leave me sitting in my carseat on the couch where I can fall off and blacken my eye.

3. Mommy, never forget to hang up your straightener so I don't burn myself like this again.

I don't know how many more of these lessens I can take....