Home Again, Home Again

Evan took off from work all last week, and we spent all of ONE whole day at home, so today was my "get everything back to normal" day. Ahhh. I made a menu and grocery list, bought groceries, swept and mopped all moppable (;-D) floors, vacuumed, scooped dog poop, filed papers, cleaned bathrooms, and am still in the process of washing clothes. I would have pictures or a cute video to post, but the man of the house has the cord that I need to put the pictures from the camera to the computer in his backpack (which is with him...at school...until 10 or so tonight). Maybe tomorrow.
We spent Mother's Day weekend at my parents' house, and my brother was able to come up. We had a lot of fun. However, the whole visit started very badly. Within thirty minutes of arriving at my parents' house, Nathan had a scrape on his nose, a huge knot on his forehead, and two holes in the back of his head. I looked like a scene from CSI with blood all over the front of my neck and shirt. I was not happy. I was wondering why on earth I had actually wanted a male child. You see, even with all of his injuries, Nathan would not be convinced that he needed to chill out and not throw himself into his beanbag or bang his head into various objects. I finally just put him to bed (with an old towel, of course, because the holes wouldn't stop seeping because someone didn't realize that he didn't really need to be going ninety-to-nothing) and checked on him almost every hour for the rest of the night. I also was having slight anxiety about any trip to the ER...um, yes, doctor, he jumped headfirst into a brick wall (slightly overshot Daddy's lap) and then about five minutes later he fell onto a sharp metal weight (which was out of the way for all practical purposes). But, everything is fine now. I made myself suppress the urge to buy and make him constantly wear a helmet. :-)
I think the random injuries get to me the most. I start looking around the house and seeing every possible scenario for a random injury, and I drive myself crazy. I realize how out of control I really am. It's not a nice feeling.
Nathan is talking quite a bit now. I am having a harder time understanding him because he remembers and talks about things from weeks ago, and I have no visual clues to help me out. He is also a joker (surprise, surprise). He was sitting on the potty the other day, and he pointed to one of the blue tiles (amid the white tiles) on the wall and said, "Moo cow."
I said, "Is that a moo cow??"
"Nooooo," he said, laughing, "square!"
He pointed again, this time to a tile that had been cut half diagonally, and said, "Moo cow."
Again, "Is that a moo cow??"
Laughing, "Nooooo, triangle!"
I don't know where he got moo cow, but he sure thought he was funny. :-) I might've thought so, too.