Burnt Hair

We finally are in our new house and have internet again! The houses at Camp George are set up in 5 story buildings with 4 condos on each floor. We are on the 2nd floor and were lucky enough to get a 4 bedroom 1 1/2 bath style home. I think it is around 1650 sq ft of space (bigger than our house in Killeen). Each condo has a glassed in porch with sliding glass doors that open to the outside for fresh air. The condos are definitely older, but pretty standard as far as military housing is concerned. The kids are pretty happy with their new rooms and I love that I have a craft room for all my stuff. I am working on pictures of the house, but I have to declutter first.

Wednesday was our first day in the new place and we were all pretty excited. Since there was already furniture (and we borrowed kitchen stuff) I decided that the children and I would head to the PX (military walmart without the groceries) to get some things that we would need. We get home and I light the candle that I have just purchased so that the house will smell nice when Jason gets home. Now that I finally have a moment to myself I head to the bathroom. The kids are playing so this should be safe right?? Wrong! As soon as I sit down I hear Marley calling for me. I ignore her. She continues to get louder and louder and finally starts yelling, "hot mommy, too hot mommy." I run down the hall with my pants around my ankles only to be smacked in the face by the smell of burnt hair. I look over in the corner and there is my daughter with ashes all in her hair. I immediately check for any burns on her body and she is fine. I was able to piece together that she had crawled up on top of my dining room table and decided she was going to blow out the candle and instead caught a small portion of her hair on fire. Lovely. Off comes her clothing and I throw her into the bath. After washing her hair I am finally able to assess the damage. From what I can see she must have only singed the little fine hairs that stick out of the side of her head, so no real damage. My whole point in lighting the candle was to have a nice fragrance in the air when Jason came home, instead he came home to the smell of burnt hair. Gotta love toddlers, turn your back for a minute and they are tearing something up.