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My kids wake up early.  I am not always as eager to start my day.  In fact, I think there should be a rule against getting up before 8 AM on a holiday.  Isaac had two days off for President’s Day. On the second day, Ila had woken up at her usual time which is around 4 am and I had brought her downstairs to the couch where I could nurse her and fall asleep.  We were both still resting on the couch at around 6:30 AM when Isaac and Nicole came down.  Isaac had a book and was reading it aloud at the table and Nicole was not yelling to be fed, so I was content to lay on the couch and cuddle my baby a little longer.

The next thing I knew, there was a bright blue flash and Nicole running down the hall crying.  I immediately jumped up and made sure she was ok.  I could find no injuries and she calmed down and acted like herself. 

Once she was settled, I checked out the damage.  This is basically what I saw (I cleaned the plug plate before taking the picture):

I felt terrible and beat myself up much of the day for being so lazy.  I don’t know if she actually got shocked or just dropped the bracelet onto the plug and ran down the hall crying out of fear.  All I know is that the plug and bracelet were partially melted, the socket was charred, and the breaker was tripped.

I said a prayer of thanks that she was ok and that there was no serious injury.  I threw out all of the little silver bracelets in the house, and for the rest of the day I found myself hugging her and recognizing how grateful I was to have her happy and healthy and in my family.

(This picture is of Nicole “feeding” cereal to her Plush Curious George toy)