Today's guest post is from Kristin at Our Growing Garden. She's an amazing SAHM mom to James (who is just a few days older than Thad) and is expecting baby #2! Read about her experience with James' first need for a band-aid and observe her amazing "painting" skills. ;)
James got his first real bo-bo last weekend. So in true mother fashion, I of course documented the event. We were all relaxing in the family room (ah, Sunday) and one minute James' foot looks fine and then he toddles out from the behind the couch with this giant, bloody scrape!
I was all, "JAMES! HOW DID YOU GET THIS HORRIBLE WOUND??!! ARE YOU OKAY!??" And he looked at me like I was crazy. And then laughed. Obviously, he was just fine, but I continued to overreact anyway.
I'm not sure what dangerous toy or overly playful feline did this to him. But if I find out, IT'S GOING IN THE GARBAGE. Hear that, Bun?
Clearly, he needed some medical attention though so I whisked him onto my hip and took him to the bathroom for some hydrogen peroxide, a dab of breastmilk on his foot (don't ask, just google), and a superhero bandaid. I won't lie. I was a little excited about the bandaid. Cause Santa brought them. And how cute is it?
Well, apparently bandaids are for lesser babies who cannot handle a little wear and tear like Warrior James because he was all, "Really Mommy? This isn't going to work for me," as he thwarted the band-aid onto the floor.
So I said, "Uh, James? You have a HUGE cut on your foot. You're lucky I haven't taken you to the ER yet. YOU NEED THIS BANDAID." So I proceeded to put the bandaid back onto his chubby little foot.
Which led to this chain of events:
|Did she not hear me the first time? I DON'T NEED A BANDAID.|
|What I need is a Q-tip. Duh.|
|Whataminute. Maybe that was food? ::hesistantly licks band-aid::|
and that little ol' scrape? ain't nothing but a
G J thang baybaaaay.