"911, Please State Your Emergency."

How I’ve made it to 23 without calling 911, I‘m not quite sure, I guess because Levi always calls. We were on our way home last night (in the pitch black) from Levi’s grandparents’ house out in Dayton and we rounded a bend and came up on an accident. Levi swerves around the majority of the debris in the road and quickly pulls over the car. The smallish sedan was badly crunched up with the front bumper in the ditch and the horn of the car was blaring. As Levi’s jumping out, he yells, “Lock the doors and call 911!” I start panicking, I don’t know what it is in me but I have a hard time staying calm in tense situations, I’m so glad to have a husband that deals well in those situations. As I’m dialing, I realize I have absolutely no idea where in the boonies I am. Thank goodness for GPS and the where am I function! So I proceed to tell the operator that there is only one car involved and only one older gentleman. He was out walking around and talking to Levi so I had assumed he was ok. There was glass, papers and just a ton of stuff all over the roadway. We had our dog Roxcy with us and she was totally freaked out and kept barking at the crazy-haired, bathrobe-wearing lady (Note to self-always wear cute PJ’s, you never know what might happen in the middle of the night) that was walking down the street from her house. Thankfully Baby Claire slept through the whole ordeal of horns, sirens, Roxcy barking and a billion bright, flashing lights. After hanging up with the 911 operator Levi comes and tells me that the man needs an ambulance. So I call back and the very same lady answered (they must not be very busy out there). While Levi was out helping the guy clean up, this car came wizzing towards us and didn't even tap their brakes! Wow I almost had a heart attack, we were pretty close to the double yellow lines and I thought he was going to hit us. Once the paramedics pulled up we left, so we were only stopped there maybe ten minutes at the very most. The guy told Levi that he was just driving along and then the next thing he remembers was crashing. Levi thinks he must have fallen asleep. Thank goodness he was ok and that no one else was involved. The first thing Levi said to me after getting in the car was, “I sure felt manly holding a purple flashlight, thanks hun.” It was dark I’m sure no one noticed.

Well other than that it’s been a pretty boring week. I’ve been sick since Saturday and I just haven’t had the energy to do much of anything. But I finally boxed up Claire’s 0-3 month clothes. I’ve been stuffing her into them because I just wasn’t ready to admit that she’s growing up. But after weighing her on the Wii Fit Plus, she’s 14.5 lbs, I knew it was time for the clothes to go since that’s 2 lbs over what the 0-3 month tags say. I wish I had pulled them out sooner though she has some super adorable 3-6 month clothes and only 2 lbs before she outgrows them! Eek! Some of them are summer clothes so based on how fast she's growing I'm guessing she won't be able to wear them, unless of course we crank up the heater. She’s less than a pound away from my friend’s daughter who’s 5 months old! She'll be 3 months old tomorrow, LOL!