Busy, Busy, Busy

That title totally describes our family life right now. This is the most hectic time of the year at work. At home (technically not an accurate description because we are hardly ever there), we have school, soccer, and church activities. And Noel, well if I had to describe him with just one adjective I would have a really hard choice between adorable and busy. At nearly eight months, he is into everything! I told my mother- in- law that I am sure Chase was the same way but I don't remember it being this bad. Even if you are holding Noel, he finds something to grab that he isn't supposed to have, and he is so strong you are in for a major fight to wrestle it away from him. His new nickname is Bam-Bam because he loves to roll his walker over to the kitchen chairs and pick the front legs off the ground to slam the chair against the table.
While he is still mostly using his army low crawl technique, this morning he crawled on all fours. I got so excited and started clapping for him. This made him get excited and he forgot what he was doing and fell back down on his belly and bumped his little face. I felt so bad. In fact, is seemed like no good act of mothering went unpunished this morning.
I made Chase's favorite cinnamon toast, and after I slid it onto his plate from the baking sheet I didn't know Chase was behind me and I burned his face with it when I turned around. I wanted to return to bed and just cry. There are few worse feelings than hurting your child even though it was a complete accident. It looked awful, it hurt, and I felt like the worst mother ever. I packed him some aloe gel and gave him tylenol and walked him into school to explain to his teacher. She was incredibly sweet about it and realized it hurt me almost as much as it hurt him. She had a similar experience with her son and a curling iron.
So alas, we will continue at our fast pace for a while anyways. Hopefully, things will slow down enough for me to get some pictures of the busy boys on here very soon.