"Twapped"

I have a few moments while my marshmallows are setting up (turning out great!!).  So the story of Fin getting trapped the other night.  It was right after I had written my blog and I hear a lot of screaming and crying coming from the back of the house.  Pax comes into the living room where I am sitting at the computer and I ask him what is wrong with Jersey, since I can hear her crying, he says "Jersey cwying."  "I know that," I respond.  "What happened?" I ask.  He just repeats the obvious again and goes about his business.  All of a sudden Jersey comes into the living room holding her hands up in the air like she's about to go into surgery and squealing/crying/screaming, "Oh my God Mommy, I have blood everywhere!!!Don't you see it?!" Oh, help me!!!" So on and so forth.  She has been working on her Oscar for a while now.  So, to give her the benefit of the doubt, she does have blood all over her  hands and I can see it welling up from a little cut on her bottom lip.  I get a wet wipe (don't know how I lived without them for so long) and wipe her hands and then her lip.  It is barely even a cut, it looks more like she bit her lip, but she says Pax kicked her with his foot and caused all this.  Since I wasn't there and have no idea if this was an accident (I'm thinking yes) or on purpose (Pax is acting too oblivious) I cannot really bring down any ruling or wrath so I tell her I'm sorry and it is barely anything at all.  "Head wounds and lip cuts bleed a lot even when they are very little" I tell her.  She seems interested for a second and stops crying, then as if pondering the thought and dismissing it, she begins to wail again.  "Well, whatever, I've done what I can honey." (I have three children now, I'm not near as sensitive as I used to be)  I decide to ask her to show me what happened and where to try to get to the bottom of it since she is pressing the issue.



We walk to the master bedroom and as I'm listening to her tell me some cockamamey story in the bathroom about how all this came about, I notice I don't see baby Finley anywhere (which is odd because she is in EVERYBODY'S business ALL the time).  At this point Pax has joined us and I ask both of them "Where's Fin Fin guys?"  Pax answers "She twapped mommy, Fin Fin twapped."  I start to ask what he means as my eyes are scanning the room and I notice this pile of all the blankets and pillows, and some random boxes stacked as well over between the loveseat and the wall.  I hear this muffled, faint sound..."aaaahhhh..mmmmm..ooooohhh"  What the!!??? The baby is UNDERNEATH all of the things so I begin pulling at the pillows and covers feverishly to get her out.  I find her almost at the bottom of the pile and she looks up at me and smiles.  Poor thing!!! I pick her up and realize she is wet with sweat all in her hair.  I ask Jersey, "How long was she trapped under there?"  Jersey's response is something like "twelve, nine, four minutes mommy."  Clearly no help there.  So I decide it  has probably been like 5 to 10 minutes if she's sweating like that.  Meanwhile I am totally up for mom of the year award!  This might hurt my chances.



I bring Fin back into the living room with me and to safety.  When Jersey comes back in I explain to her that I need her to be Fin's superhero and rescue her when she is trapped.  She agrees, which isn't too bad, the cheap psychology is working so far!



It seems everytime I get my blog written, something crazy happens.  Wait, that's all the time, nevermind!  Well the little whip crackers have gotten into the freezer and brought me ice cream to serve them, better hop to it!!!