Brennan is going to keep me on my toes. I feel like he's about 2 steps from danger, and I'm one step behind him.
See the cut and bruise next to his eye? He managed to slip while trying to climb into his booster seat yesterday and hit the kitchen table. After a few minutes, the bleeding wasn't stopping, so I began to think I was going to need to take him to the ER, b/c it was a nice little gouge. While I'm sitting there holding a cold compress on his head (or trying to!) I felt all the blood rush out of my head. It was the opposite of an adrenalin rush. It was a very strange feeling, and I thought, "That's weird", then I started to feel woozy. So I ended up lying on the floor for an hour or so, until I could get something to eat and stop thinking about stitches.
Somewhere along the line in the last year, the kids (and Thomas) have been calling Brennan, 'Boo-boo' which will have to stop so he can learn his real name. But for now, it's cute.
Halloween at gymnastics!
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I love that even as his eye is swelling shut, Brennan is compelled to pull the "Chee!" look you mention in a later post. As for the harrowing adventures of small boys: I can testify, as a former small boy, that "Terrifying your mother" is a job description. It is Brennan's duty to keep you in a permanent state of near-terror; it keeps you young!
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