Bloody noses and family night
Ethan and his home-made crafting skills Last night was Monday night and that means family night at our house. I was feeling sick and didn't know if it would even happen. We threw something together and it all went smoothly, bloody nose from Ethan and all. Now, just so you know, my sons ( well, Ethan and Jonah) have nose bleeds all the time, so we treat this like a sneeze around here. A bloody nose? Oh, you poor guy. Go get a kleenex. They used to get them all the time at night and would wake up and just cry and cry, blood spurting- all over pillows, pajamas and blankets. I would always wonder why they were crying and by the time I got out of bed and to their side the damage had been done. Finally, I taught them to say "Mom! I'm bleeding!" Those two words would get me out of bed faster than a bird going for the kill on a fresh worm. I would get there and not a thing would have been dripped on! And all this for a Mom who hates, hates, hates blood/needles/Drs/Hospitals/s...