Just another day in my life...

Warning: This is not a toy!

Two days ago our dishwasher bit the dust. It has been giving me trouble off and on for about a year but I can usually slam it a couple times, hold my mouth just right and it will keep on kicking. But Tuesday night it was dead, dead for good this time. So, Wednesday Ashlyn and I ventured out to Lowe's and bought a new dishwasher. The good news it was in stock and it will be in my kitchen this evening. The bad news was I had to hand wash all the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, ugh. I pulled out the bottom drawer on the dishwasher, wiped it off, and used it as a drying rack for the many many dishes I washed. After I emptied the clean dishes out of it Ashlyn started pushing it around the house, she was having the best time. All of a sudden I heard a scream, a scream that makes a Mommy's heart stop and gut turn. She tried to round the corner into the hallway at full speed and hit the wall making her fall into the prongs of the drawer. One of the prongs came extremely close to her eye and another gouged a hole in her cheek. I got her all washed up and distracted her with spaghetti, her favorite, and a promise of an ice cream cone for dessert. She calmed down but her cheek kept bleeding. After a hour I called our good friend, who is also the doctor I used to work for, to see what he thought. He was in a meeting at the hospital so his wife, Jennifer, told me to come over and she would look at it. Her poor kiddos have had stitches a couple times and thought she could give me an educated guess. She looked at it and also thought Lance might need to doctor it up, so we hung out at their house until he got home. And sure enough, it needed to be closed but thankfully he was only going to have to "glue" it back together and not have to put a stitch in it. Ashlyn did really well while Lance worked on her. She wasn't in much pain at all, just irritated that we were pinning her down and that Lance was messing with her face. She was most upset when we sat her up and her hair and back were all wet from the saline solution he used to clean out her wound. We are so thankful for Lance's willingness to patch her back up at 8 o'clock at night and save us a painful trip to the ER.


So, we will no longer be using dishwasher racks as go carts in the Johnson house for now on. Have you ever had one of those parenting moments where you thought "what was I thinking, that was really stupid of me"? I mean, why would an item on wheels with metal prongs sticking up be a safe toddler toy?