CAPTURE

I think this word, CAPTURE will follow me from this moment on for 2011.
I want to capture moments in my life. Moments of silence, laughter, joy,  peace, being content,  happiness, reflection, success, silliness, tender mercies, humility, prayer, learning, sharing, forgiveness, and moments of love.

The last 24 hours, however, I have no desire to capture them.

 My husband I got into a stupid argument over a treadmill I wanted to buy. Our current treadmill, isn't working. He is determined to fix it. (To credit him, I don't think there has been anything he couldn't fix.) But I am impatient, I always have been. I want results now. I'm motivated to exercise.  We have the money to buy a new one, but our kitchen is in DESPERATE  need of attention he claims. He's right, as much as I hate to admit that, he is. 
Let's hope he can fix it.

Last night, as I was shoveling the driveway, the rest of the family was inside. After I finished shoveling, I walked to the living room window, and saw three of them in the living room, but no Waylon. I asked Q, "where's Waylon?" He got up and walked to the kitchen. I went to the garage put away the shovel and entered the house through the kitchen.
We found Waylon. He had gotten into the kitchen cupboard where the dishwasher gel packs were. He put one in his mouth. There was powder detergent on the floor, and puddles of spit up. I instantly freak out. Q picks him up, only to have Waylon vomit everywhere on the kitchen floor, on himself, and on Q. I frantically find the phone, call poison control, and she asks all sorts of questions and tells us what to do.

Since he has already vomited, she said it was a very good sign that majority of the detergent/soap is out of his system now. He wasn't out of Q's sight for more than 4 minutes. Where was the rubber band that was around the knobs to the cupboards? Q thought Waylon was playing with the pots and pans.

Poison Control told us to give him a bath to get any detergent residue off of his body. We had to watch for blisters forming in and outside of his mouth, difficult swallowing, or dwelling uncontrollably. He had none.
Thank you Jesus! He is a tough cookie. I'm so thankful he was and will be okay from this. It could have been a lot worse.
Not our greatest parenting moment. I reacted toward Q how I said I wouldn't. I lashed out at him, saying he was being irresponsible. I'm so upset with myself for saying that. I was to be at  fault just as much as he was. I should have made sure the rubber band was on the knobs before going outside.
It broke my heart when I saw Q afterwords, embrace Waylon and telling him he was sorry that Daddy didn't find him sooner.
I have learned a lot in the last 24 hours.
Here is to capturing the positive in 2011!!!

The treadmill argument  was purely ridiculous in comparison to the big scheme in life.