Boys will be boys

I never thought of myself as a tomboy. Before I had kids I didn't know what I would do with little boys. I don't know how to play football, I don't do mud pies, and I definitely don't understand the need to have your hands down your pants! But to my surprise (and delight) I love having two little boys. They are a joy and so much fun to play with. I truly enjoy raising two boys--except for the bumps! No one prepared me for the injuries.

Yesterday morning Carter fell (again) and bumped his head (again) on the corner of the weight bench. I assumed the usual routine: pick him up, tell him it's okay, kiss it better and send him on his way. Only when I went to kiss it better I kissed a big goose egg, not his head. You could say I "freaked out" just a little. Of course he wouldn't let me put ice on his head. Ty and Olivia (the girl I babysit) had to hold his arms down while I rested frozen peas on his forehead. Not fun! The doctor said that there's not much I could do except ice it, and to expect his entire face to bruise. Thank goodness it was already looking better last night.

Poor Carter, I'm sure this is just the first of many ugly bumps and bruises! Boys will be boys!