near death disasters...

Ok, so the title is a little drastic but I thought I would share a few stories about Micah. I don't know how many of you have seen your child or someone elses do something that nearly had a disastrous outcome but I never knew how many close calls one child could have...especially when you are the person in charge of their little life.
~falls - I have mentioned before that Micah falls constantly but there have been a few instances where his life has flashed before my eyes. Once when he was 6 months old and he fell out of the car in the target parking lot(I still can't talk about it because it freaks me out) and once about a month ago when he hurtled the chair at the top of the stairs and hurled himself down the stairs. I caught him by the ankle on his way to a broken neck.
The reason this post came about is twice this week Micah and I have almost had to call poison control. Not because he ate some odd household cleaner or ant spray, but read on for two examples of panic.
1)One day this week Micah got into one of the potted plants and had dirt all over his head and hands and feet. So I sat him in the sink to clean him off. He was holding on to the handsoap while I did this...which I did not mind because it was keeping him occupied. Then all of a sudden he put it to his mouth and sucked like no one's business. Well, it was the foaming kind, so it went straight in liquid like and then he looked VERY suprised then he vomited it back up in foam form with half of his squash lunch. I started freaking out but the vomiting seemed to do the trick. I contemplated calling poison control, but the boy was A ok after he had gotten it all back up. Although his breath had a nice cucumber melon smell.
2) Two days later I am trying to keep him occupied while I put away the groceries so I sit him under the arbor outside where I can see him with the door open and he plays at his water table. Well, I didn't know that Hayden had left his spiderman thermos outside and I look up and Micah is knocking it back. I say, ewww, nasty ran water and jerk it open to poor it out on the grass. Well, chunks of very old and very curtled milk splatter on to the ground. This time I am the one who wants to vomit. I contemplate whether Micah got any of that nastiness and decide the top was closed too tight. Then I smell his breath to be sure and it's no cucumber melon but it isn't curtled milk, thank you Jesus!

Ok, I know these are silly stories when I look back but at the time any of these could have ended really bad. I don't know how we make it to adulthood I really don't! Lots of prayer and watchful momma's. It is crazy how things can happen in an instant. Sorry for the random post but just something I think about...