This morning Billy was very upset. He was rambling on about something that was bothering him. Only, I'm not fluent in Toddler, so I had no idea what he was saying. It could have been the meaning to life and I wouldn't know. That's ok... I don't think he can count to 42. (Don't get the reference? click here)
He started pulling up his pants legs. Oh, I get it! His booboos on his knees are bothering him. He's noticed that his Magic Healing Strips (band-aids) are missing. Of course, they've been gone for more than a day. I guess observant might not make the list of personality traits...
Ok. Back to Mommy General (that medical center in my kitchen). I plunk him down and give his knees a good look. The one knee is completely healed. There's no sign of the Big Bonk from a few days ago. Must be nice to be young and heal so fast, huh? The other one still has a big, old, ugly scab on it. If you're a boy it's a big, old, awesome, gorgeous scab.
Honestly, the scab is looking good and doesn't need any more treatment. But if something will make Billy feel better, then ok. I applied special Magic Healing Strips that look like crayons. He got a red crayon one. Ooooh. All better.
That's all he wanted. Can't get better without a Magic Healing Strip. :)
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Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
March 23, 2012 ~ That Bloody Sidewalk
This morning while getting in the car we saw one of our very nice neighbors walking his dogs. He has two very big dogs. He waved hello and kept on walking. Billy waved back, "hi!" It's his new word and he loves to say it when he meets people now.
So, we're standing there beside my car with Billy waving and the neighbor now down the street.
Suddenly, Billy took off down the driveway at a run. Now, our driveway is a pretty steep hill, but he had no problems handling the incline. Then he rounded the corner, still running, still no problem. Then he got to the sidewalk. You know, that nice, flat, easy to run down walkway. Ker-splat! Down he went. It was apparently so easy that it tripped him up.
I rushed over to him (actually, I had been running after him, but running down a steep incline in heels is no small feat). I scooped him up and he was bleeding from the knees. Poor guy.
Time to head to Mommy General, that oh-so-comforting medical center located conveniently in my kitchen. I sat him down in a kitchen chair so that I could get a good look at those knees in the light. He put his finger on the scrape and said weakly, "Mommy, uh-oh." I cleaned his wounds, applied the Magic Healing Stickers (band-aids) and a kiss to each knee to make it all better.
I don't think he was convinced.
The whole time in the car on the way to school he kept touching the Magic Healing Stickers and saying "uh-oh. Oh, no." I explained he had to leave the MHS alone and let them do their magic, but it was just too much for the Boy Who Didn't Cry.
But, he's all better now. And tomorrow, I've got a surprise for him. I have fancy Magic Healing Stickers that look like crayons. Ooooooooooooh.
So, just be warned. Those straight and even sideways are treacherous!
So, we're standing there beside my car with Billy waving and the neighbor now down the street.
Suddenly, Billy took off down the driveway at a run. Now, our driveway is a pretty steep hill, but he had no problems handling the incline. Then he rounded the corner, still running, still no problem. Then he got to the sidewalk. You know, that nice, flat, easy to run down walkway. Ker-splat! Down he went. It was apparently so easy that it tripped him up.
I rushed over to him (actually, I had been running after him, but running down a steep incline in heels is no small feat). I scooped him up and he was bleeding from the knees. Poor guy.
Time to head to Mommy General, that oh-so-comforting medical center located conveniently in my kitchen. I sat him down in a kitchen chair so that I could get a good look at those knees in the light. He put his finger on the scrape and said weakly, "Mommy, uh-oh." I cleaned his wounds, applied the Magic Healing Stickers (band-aids) and a kiss to each knee to make it all better.
I don't think he was convinced.
The whole time in the car on the way to school he kept touching the Magic Healing Stickers and saying "uh-oh. Oh, no." I explained he had to leave the MHS alone and let them do their magic, but it was just too much for the Boy Who Didn't Cry.
But, he's all better now. And tomorrow, I've got a surprise for him. I have fancy Magic Healing Stickers that look like crayons. Ooooooooooooh.
So, just be warned. Those straight and even sideways are treacherous!
Monday, October 10, 2011
October 10, 2011 ~ First Scraped Knee :(
Billy was having a very klutzie day today. He fell on the playground at daycare and scraped his chin. When I brought him home we went outside to play and he fell on the flagstone path and scraped his knee. It was a minor scrap but a big scare for a little man. After lots of tears I cheered him up with a quick ride around the court on his Green Piece of Awesome (his trike) and then brought him inside for patching up.
He got to sit in the big chair while Mommy cleaned his knee up. Then he got a band-aid over his scrape. It's not a kiddie one, but I explained that he was old enough to have one of Mommy's. He seemed okay with that. He did rip it off immediately. But I grabbed it from him and stuck it back on his knee. Of course, a patched knee isn't complete without a kiss to make it better. After that he was off to the races like nothing had happened.
I have to be proud of my little man for his ability to take a lot. Last week he had his annual check-up. I don't know why they insist on torturing tiny babies, but every wellness check-up so far came with a round of shots. As a birthday present from the doctor he had to have 4 shots AND blood drawn. First they drew his blood. I think Mommy took it harder than he did. Not a single tear. In fact, he was curious about what they were doing. First shot, no tears. Second shot, still no tears. On the third shot he let out a big wail. I can't blame him- I wouldn't want 4 shots and a blood draw. Moreover, he still has a huge bruise where the third shot went in. I'm sure it was very painful. I bet if that one had been last he would not have cried until until the end. He's a tough little guy.
Now he's sound asleep, smiling... with a band-aid on his knee.
He got to sit in the big chair while Mommy cleaned his knee up. Then he got a band-aid over his scrape. It's not a kiddie one, but I explained that he was old enough to have one of Mommy's. He seemed okay with that. He did rip it off immediately. But I grabbed it from him and stuck it back on his knee. Of course, a patched knee isn't complete without a kiss to make it better. After that he was off to the races like nothing had happened.
I have to be proud of my little man for his ability to take a lot. Last week he had his annual check-up. I don't know why they insist on torturing tiny babies, but every wellness check-up so far came with a round of shots. As a birthday present from the doctor he had to have 4 shots AND blood drawn. First they drew his blood. I think Mommy took it harder than he did. Not a single tear. In fact, he was curious about what they were doing. First shot, no tears. Second shot, still no tears. On the third shot he let out a big wail. I can't blame him- I wouldn't want 4 shots and a blood draw. Moreover, he still has a huge bruise where the third shot went in. I'm sure it was very painful. I bet if that one had been last he would not have cried until until the end. He's a tough little guy.
Now he's sound asleep, smiling... with a band-aid on his knee.
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