I almost died of an early heart attack twice this weekend. Last night, Marcelo was out and I was getting ready to give Marc his bath. I was running the water and letting Marc run around upstairs while it filled. I heard him calling "Mommy! Mommy!" so I went looking for him. Silence. Our upstairs isn't very big. I knew he didn't go downstairs because I can see the top of the stairs from the bathroom and I always keep him away from them. I searched everywhere twice and kept calling for him. Nothing. After looking in the closet again, I realized there was a lump in the comforter on the bed. Looks like he learned a new game at school - hide and seek. I had no idea he could sit so still and quiet for so long!

Then this morning, he and Marcelo were playing rough and Marcelo caught him under the chin with his knee by mistake. I heard his teeth crunch together and he spit out little white bits. I freaked out. Turns out he had just put little bits of something white in his mouth and spit them out right then.

All that isn't counting the numerous other bumps and bruises this weekend, like climbing on the desk chair and going right over the back. He's going to be the death of me.