Its a long story: The night before Victoria day, we had out first scare with our little Spooge boy. We had given him some drops for his gas after feeding him at about 11:30 pm. He never liked them and does his best not to swallow them. He managed that pretty good this time and instead inhaled it. I tried to do the pat-on-back for about 15 very stressful minutes while he gasped and wheezed. Then I called a friend of ours Randy who lives near by and asked him if he was bored and wanted to drive me, Bares and brat boy up to the hospital. He said, "Aahhh...sure" and picked us up here about five minutes later. On the way in the car, Spooge managed to cough a little and the started a gasping cry that got a little more forceful. By the time the doctor saw us he was fine again. Strange that that would piss you off but it did. I went to bed at about 1:30 am and woke up at about 6:45 am to the cracking, crunching sensation of me grinding a 1mm by 2mm chip off one of my lower front teeth from accumulated stress. I decided at that point to call in sick for work and sleep for as long as I could that day to try sleep as long as I could. At about 7:15, a three foot by two foot section of the ceiling of the baby room collapsed dropping about 12 cubic feet at about 30 pounds of sodden insulation and drywall board onto the floor. We were lucky in a couple of ways. The baby had been sleeping with Karen down stairs for a while at this point. Where the pile had landed was where the crib was originally supposed to be. If Alexander had been there, he would have either been crushed by the debris or smothered by it before we could have gotten to him. So it was lucky he was downstairs at the time. We were also lucky that the crib was elsewhere: 30 pounds of water logged insulation would have ruined it. Also I had moved some of the toys in the room out of the way just a few days before to get to the bookshelf. The sodden mass landed effectively in the middle of the floor. The cleanup was miserable but it damage was minimal in the long run. Karen though was livid. The maintenance people came over and took a look and started cleanup. I was no longer feeling like going to sleep and I had tried to convince Bares to take Spooge to the Tulip Festival so I figured I might as well go to. And I brought my camera with me.
