Sometimes, our house is a lot like life - according to Forrest Gump. You never know what you're gonna get. I have three boys - four counting John - in the house. I grew up with two sisters. My life is an adjustment at times.
You've heard the saying 'boys will be boys'. Each day they need time to just get the energy out. Whether it's running around outside (the best option for this!) or playing in the house, you can bet at some point each day they'll be wound up. Last night, for instance. After dinner, they decided to throw Jack's plastic food in the air in the foyer (high ceiling AND stairs to throw things down). John and I agreed it was probably a bad idea. Being the mom-in-constant-training, I decided they should just get it out.
Jack loves playing with play food and kitchens, so they were throwing the play plastic pizza when things got out of hand. A piece apparently went flying. Jack was hit. On the face. Right below his eye. A little tiny bit of blood and some swelling. All from plastic pizza. He recovered well and it wasn't too noticeable this morning.
But a lesson for you all - don't throw your plastic pizza.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
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2 comments:
That is too funny!!!! Hope he doesn't get a shiner like Bella! I don't think it is just boys either - kids will be kids!
That makes me feel better about Gwen's accident with a metal "Gwen-sized" stroller that maybe I shouldn't have let her play with yesterday...see shiner (on the bridge of her nose) in her Christmas pictures today. UGH! You can read more about it when I actually feel like posting again. I am so cranky this pregnancy.
-Mel
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