We picked up Johnny from the church, stopped by sonic to grab a small fry for Noah (who lately, refuses to eat), we are all being silly & enjoying family time. As we are nearly to the park I realize that Noah isn't rambling on about cute little boy things anymore. I glance back to find my baby boy PURPLE! Choking! Immediately I
ask yell for Johnny to please jump in the back to get him out of his seat. In the moment I decide that my husband is not doing this fast enough & my kid is really getting purple! So I quickly decide to slam on my brakes as hard as possible (with cars behind me). Praise GOD! My idea worked & the fry popped out of Noah's mouth & the cars did not hit mine. I was so happy to hear Noah screaming & crying after that. He was so freaked out over choking.
By this point our adrenaline is in full swing & Johnny and I get into a little spat as we arrive at the park. We play for a bit & then have to leave early because I start feeling really sick. Come home. Play outside but get eaten up by mosquitos. It was an interesting evening that was nothing like I had planned. Other than the very yummy dinner that I made! By the end of the evening I was able to laugh about it, but it took having tea with a friend to get me there (thanks Casey).
How was your Monday?