Scuffed up knees, a freckled nose
with dimples here and there.
A daring, caring, sharing heart
a mass of tousled hair.
Boundless curiosity
the spirit to explore.
Two twinkling eyes, a smiling face
and energy galore!
A love of life, a bit of sass
a source of untold joy.
A wonderment, a dream fulfilled
God's miracle...a BOY!
-Author Unknown
This couldn't be more true about our little Mikey. In the past two weeks, I have quickly found out what I am in for in raising a BOY.
INJURY #1: Last week at My Gym, Mikey took a little tumble off a gym mat and initially wouldn't put weight on his foot. As the class continued, he was able to walk but limped around. He limped around for three days before he was back to himself!
INJURY #2: I usually have the gate up separating the kitchen area from the rest of the apartment, especially when I am cooking. I was in the pantry getting the peanut butter for Mikey's PB & J sandwich and I was aware he was watching me from the other side of the gate. As I was closing the pantry door, I see Mikey's little fingers in the door....yup, I pinched his pointer, middle and ring fingers of his left hand in the door. No "mother of the year" award for me this year. I ran his fingers under cold water, since he wouldn't let me ice them, and then distracted him by having him help me take the jelly out of the fridge with the injured hand. He was able to bend his fingers and quickly calmed down, which made me feel slightly better. During lunch he fed himself using both hands as well, however I couldn't get past the amount of Mommy guilt I felt. When I called Michael his phrase was, "Alli, you are killing our baby!". As if I didn't feel bad already.....
This is just the beginning I suppose.
I better toughen up.
Fast.
He's not getting any younger!
with dimples here and there.
A daring, caring, sharing heart
a mass of tousled hair.
Boundless curiosity
the spirit to explore.
Two twinkling eyes, a smiling face
and energy galore!
A love of life, a bit of sass
a source of untold joy.
A wonderment, a dream fulfilled
God's miracle...a BOY!
-Author Unknown
This couldn't be more true about our little Mikey. In the past two weeks, I have quickly found out what I am in for in raising a BOY.
INJURY #1: Last week at My Gym, Mikey took a little tumble off a gym mat and initially wouldn't put weight on his foot. As the class continued, he was able to walk but limped around. He limped around for three days before he was back to himself!
INJURY #2: I usually have the gate up separating the kitchen area from the rest of the apartment, especially when I am cooking. I was in the pantry getting the peanut butter for Mikey's PB & J sandwich and I was aware he was watching me from the other side of the gate. As I was closing the pantry door, I see Mikey's little fingers in the door....yup, I pinched his pointer, middle and ring fingers of his left hand in the door. No "mother of the year" award for me this year. I ran his fingers under cold water, since he wouldn't let me ice them, and then distracted him by having him help me take the jelly out of the fridge with the injured hand. He was able to bend his fingers and quickly calmed down, which made me feel slightly better. During lunch he fed himself using both hands as well, however I couldn't get past the amount of Mommy guilt I felt. When I called Michael his phrase was, "Alli, you are killing our baby!". As if I didn't feel bad already.....
This is just the beginning I suppose.
I better toughen up.
Fast.
He's not getting any younger!
Yeah...we are already 2 ER trips in and countless bumps, bruises, and blood-filled injuries. It is just how they are. I don't even think I posted about how he fell out of a tree this summer. Yep. Don't worry...I am killing my kid too! :) You can't do anything aobut it....they are nuts!!
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