Say what?

I've been having fun with the little man since the girls have been gone for a whole day. It's really crazy. Now that the girls are gone, the love being produced in my heart greatly exceeds the demands of production. The poor little guy has to bear (...bear? bare? bair? behr? I'm too lazy.) the brunt of the overload.

That's all beside the point though. This has been happening tonight...

Me: He man, could you turn on the light over there?
Boy: Sure.
(walks over and turns on the light)
Boy: Nailed it!

(Boy is watching TV and his show ends. He turns the TV off.)
Boy: Nailed it!

Me: Hey Crazy Pants. Do you want some more pizza? (Thanks Jake Arrieta (CHC) and Dominos, by the way)
Boy: Yes please.
(Pizza is put on his plate and he takes a bite.)
Boy: Nailed it!

What? ... Just... what?

I guess it's already started; bad influences.


Emily got our first call from school today. Seems as if the playground jumped up and tripped the little guy. He's fine though and, as you can see, has a mouth full of pizza and some sleepy eyes.

The Wall Won

Imagine this song, but with the lyrics "I fought the wall, and the wall won."

The poor little dude ran face-first into the corner of a wall tonight. It's going to leave QUITE the mark. Eric checked on the wall to try and make the little guy feel better-- and when Eric asked him how he thought the wall was doing, the little dude said "Well, the wall isn't crying." Poor thing.

Anyway, we gave him a frozen sponge to put on his face, but then the baby wanted ice for her face, too! Here they are:

Do you see his poor cheek? I'll try to take another picture of it tomorrow.

Injured Role Model

The little guy hit his mouth pretty hard this evening. He and the baby were crawling around under the table playing and then he started crying and there was blood coming out of his mouth. After he calmed down a bit, the baby quietly crawled under the table, came out the other side, stood up, and announced that she had hurt her mouth, too.

It made the little guy laugh, which was a nice improvement.

Traumatized

Several weeks ago, there was a fly in the dining room during dinner. The baby kept pointing at it, jumping on her chair (yes, I know-- totally unsafe), and squealing "A BEE!! A BEE!!" Then the fly flew directly into her forehead. It was hilarious-- I've never seen anything like it. It bounced off her head. She completely froze, then started shaking with this terrified look on her face, and then she burst into tears. Eric and I were laughing too hard to help her (yes, I know-- we are terrible parents).

The reason I bring this up now is that she *still* will randomly point to her forehead, murmur "a bee," and start crying. That's what she's doing here:

We'd better start saving for her future therapy bills.

Poor Judgment

The baby is such a climber! She's been climbing the step-stool to work in the kitchen like her brother. She fell off it shortly after I took this picture, but she twisted herself around and didn't hit her head.

She wasn't so lucky when she dove off the bed headfirst this weekend. She has a massive goose-egg on her forehead. I was so relieved when she kicked her legs after she landed-- I thought she'd broken her neck!

Fancy!

I sewed the baby a dress several weeks ago, but didn't get snaps for it until this morning. Here she is modeling it at the park tonight!

It's so cute! It's the first article of clothing that I've made for her... first of many, I think.

Anyway, on the way home from the park, the little guy fell and scraped his elbow and both knees. He asked me to take the following picture and email it to his teachers. What a goober!

In case you were wondering, I didn't send it to his teachers.

Play Ball!

We went to another one of Eric's softball games tonight. I wasn't organized enough to pack a picnic this time, so the kids split a McDonald's kids meal (with a spiderman toy AND chocolate milk!).

The baby kept trying to run into the dugout and onto the field to see her daddy. The little guy was blocking her from going in (in a fun way-- they were having a blast). Then the little dude stiff-armed the baby and she just toppled over backwards and hit her head on the sidewalk (thunk). She was SO upset that it took her a few seconds to even start screaming! The poor little dude just started apologizing as soon as it happened, bless his heart. They are both fine now, asleep in their room.

TV All Day!

The little guy hit his head yesterday (falling off his chair during lunch)-- here he is laying on an ice pack on the couch right after it happened.

We ended spending seven hours in two ERs-- finally getting some medicine and a CT scan because he had a lot of other concussive symptoms. He's going to be ok, but the doctor literally told us to park him in front  of the TV today so he'd take it easy.

In Easter-related cuteness, the baby was playing with this bunny-nose-on-a-stick yesterday. So cute and fun!

No Injuries, Please

During the 30-Day Shred workout video, Jillian Michaels says "No injuries, please" and it always makes me laugh. I'm going to have to start saying that to the little guy. Shortly after this picture was taken, he fell and bit a hole on the inside of his lip on the handle of his bike.

Today at daycare he fell off a scooter and split the other side of his lip and also bruised his chin and forehead. We think he's growing since he's falling all over the place these days… Hopefully we'll have "no injuries, please" tomorrow.

Safety First!

The little guy needs a new bike helmet-- his is looking awfully small. It's still a bit big for the baby, though, even though she loooooves wearing it.

The little dude wanted to be part of these pictures, too. What a ham!

The poor baby could've used the helmet this evening. She was climbing the stairs, slipped, fell, and now has a massive goose-egg on her forehead. 

Go Speed Racer!

The baby took off today-- so fast that she was able to knock over Beau's water bowl and then fall and hit her head in the resulting puddle. I guess she figured it out last night.

Going, going, gone!

The little guy got a gash in his head at school yesterday, so we spent the evening at an urgent care center getting him cleaned and stapled back together. Good times!

Happenings

The little guy had a rough 24 hours. Last night he busted his eye on a shelf. Today he fell through a ladder at a playground and caught the back of his head on the way down. (Then he took a long nap. In hindsight, he may have been concussed.) Later he fell off his bike and landed on a bolt. He's safe in bed now, thankfully, with an ever-darkening shiner.

Meanwhile, the baby girl had her first cereal today!

I look at that picture and hear the "WAAAA" from The Who's intro to CSI:Miami. Don't you?

Another First!

Today was the baby girl's first injury. I was trying to get her to roll over for the camera, and she did! But, she landed on some stray train track. At least her brother didn't smush her to pieces while he was rolling over for the camera, right?
It'll totally be my fault when she flunks out of kindergarten.

Band-Aids

The little guy takes after me with his love of band-aids. (My grandma gave me band-aids for my third birthday.) We only give the little dude a band-aid if he's bleeding, so he's started getting a little creative with his understanding of blood. The other day, he told me there was blood inside his finger, so he needed a band-aid. Here's what he did today:
And here's the end result:

The little girl isn't impressed with what a sucker I am.

Wahoo!

The little guy LOVES the playground.

Or at least, he did love the playground. He's been falling down on purpose lately (in slow motion), but today he fell down on purpose at the playground... on asphalt. Ouch! He and the baby both cried almost the whole walk home. Speaking of the baby, she got to meet her Gramps today! Awww.

Ouch!

The little dude managed to skin both his knees at daycare today. He also banged up his chin and his elbow. He managed to re-skin his right knee at his daddy's softball game tonight.

You may want to buy stock in Band-Aids this summer...

Pancakes

We had pancakes and sausage for dinner tonight (it's a favorite around here). The little guy tried to help with the griddle and ended up burning his wrist while I wasn't paying enough attention. It didn't leave a mark (phew!) but he was really upset. I rinsed it under cold water for a few minutes and gave him lots of love. His bad experience with the griddle wasn't enough to keep him away from pancakes and maple syrup. That's my boy!

Tough Guy?

The little dude banged his knee today... and then he iced it.

He said it made it feel better, so that's good.

There's no medal for this?

The little booger and I went to our neighborhood's playground while his daddy was out working yesterday. We had a blast!

When we got home, however, I noticed that the poor little stinker had a HUGE splinter in his hand. It was in two pieces, and I couldn't even tell where it had gone in. Yuck.

My dad, a splinter-removal guru, said I could wait for reinforcements or get a needle and dig it out myself. Since I didn't want it to be in there overnight (yikes!) and I didn't want to visit the doctor, I gathered my supplies: a needle, tweezers, foaming neosporin, and Sesame Street on youtube.

After approximately 257 videos, I got it out! The little dude didn't even fuss very much.

Now his hands are sanitized and splinter-free. Phew!

There's Three

So, people usually say that bad things come in threes, right? (1) Yesterday poor little Beau hurt his back (again) and has to be on bed rest for four weeks. (2) While Eric had Beau at the vet, I tweaked my knee running up our stairs, so it's ice and elevation for me. (3) The little dude has pink-eye in both eyes.

Garbage!

He is also very interested in the trash can. He likes to reach in there and take stuff out so that he can throw it away again. I guess we have pink-eye infested trash.