Angels

This is really turning into a picture-less blog. Makes it kinda bording for people, but I am really enjoying the memories.
Yesterday I was busy painting. We sold our bed (the one we bought before we even got married, and have had since). It was big, and black, and our room is small. I felt like it was really closing things off. I will post before and afters later.
Well we bough a very simple wrought iron bed from ikea. It only came in black, and I really wanted it to be white. SO, in comes me painting on my back porch. I REALLY don't want to paint anything else while being pregnant. I have to paint the girls room, but that is IT! All painting projects will be on hold till about 3 to 4 months AFTER this baby comes out. And you can be sure, that I have LOTS in mind to paint! I pretty much want to repaint my front room along with kitchen....don't tell Spencer....
OK, so on to me on the back porch, and Grace ALONE in the front room watching Dora. Side note: Grace is OBSESSED with Dora, and Diego. As a matter of fact. Spencer caught her calling him "papa" (in a 3 year old Spanish accent) the other night. OK, So all of the sudden Grace is screaming at me through the window. I look up. I see a FREAKING FIRE on the end table. Side note again: I had a candle burning, and a box of Kleenex's sitting next to them. Mothers TAKE NOTE!
So I jump up, and run as fast as I can (which isn't fast because I am huge, and out of shape). I run into the front room as Grace is crying "I didn't mean to". I look to see what is on fire. The fire is at least 6 inches tall. Sitting right next to my couch, and was started by my 3 year old. I take the box of Kleenex, smash the living day lights out of the wad of Kleenex that is on fire. Then grab the wad and shove it in the toilet....isn't that what YOU would have done?
So Grace is hysterical. I'm surprisingly calm. I had to go to the doctors. So I grabbed hysterical Grace, and rush out the door. OH, and I blow out the damn candle.
I drop her off at my moms, and head to the doctors. As I was driving (its a far drive because no good doctors work in the ghetto), I started to think of all the possibilities that could have happened. It could have caught my couch on fire. It could have caught my DAUGHTER on fire. It could have burned her very badly. I started to hyperventilate. Not very hard being 33 weeks pregnant and all.
Anyways. As soon as I started to feel panicked, the most calming thoughts came over me. I felt sure that angels were watching over Grace and our home. It made me so grateful.
Needless to say, there are no more candles.