Tonight my son scraped his knee. Remarkably, this is literally one of the first "boo-boo's" that we have had since his birth. He has had immunizations, but not really a scratch, scrape, or break of his skin.
I was amazed at watching him with his "boo-boo"
I am not used to the nonchalant way that he carried on with his scratch. My daughter has conditioned me to expect tears, limping of the leg with the affected scratch, drama, at times screaming, several applications of band aids (which then brings more drama when they need to be removed), and the occasional hysterics. Believe me, I am NOT exaggerating here.
My boy, completly befuzzeled me. He kept playing. He was even crawling around on his sore knee! We had to have bath time later, and I was really dreading getting him into the bath due to his scratch. He completly surprised me! He climbed right on in and flopped on his belly and began kicking and splashing. Really! NO DRAMA. I even put medicine on his knee later..you know because this is the routine I have become accustomed to for the last 7 years. I even found two non barbie band aids to put on his knee. His reaction--Ehh. He acted like I was crazy.
I have a lot to learn in the world of Boy.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Sure
Carol Grace, my sweet Carol Grace. Today, St. Patrick's Day is a fun day for seven almost eight year olds. She spent the afternoon telling us all about what happened at school curtesy of the school leprechuans. The bathrooms had green water, they were locked out of their classroom by the little green guys, and their classroom was completly destroyed. She is completly sure that they have leprechuans at her school.
Transition to home. We were playing outside in our back yard. Carol Grace is busy looking for little lucky green fellas that might be living in our yard. She even wanted to borrow the shovel to go in search of the ones that might be hiding, you know way down deep. We did not allow her to do this of course.
Transition to dinner. She begins a conversation about "Are Leprechuans real" She asks "Mom do you believe that Leprechuans are real?" I say "sure". She says "Do you really mean that, or are you just saying that because I am a kid? You know adults do that sometimes" I had to laugh about this. Hard. We have been working for weeks on "It's not what you say, but how you say it" which has yet to hit home. Today it may have. She goes on to explain how "Sure" has several meanings. there is Sure-meaning Yeah right, Sure-meaning Yes, Sure-meaning you are just agreeing so you don't have to expain what you really think, and then Sure- a joking word.
Who knew that one word could mean so many things? And who knew that my sweet seven almost eight year old would know them all? Am I really all that surprised? Sure :)
Transition to home. We were playing outside in our back yard. Carol Grace is busy looking for little lucky green fellas that might be living in our yard. She even wanted to borrow the shovel to go in search of the ones that might be hiding, you know way down deep. We did not allow her to do this of course.
Transition to dinner. She begins a conversation about "Are Leprechuans real" She asks "Mom do you believe that Leprechuans are real?" I say "sure". She says "Do you really mean that, or are you just saying that because I am a kid? You know adults do that sometimes" I had to laugh about this. Hard. We have been working for weeks on "It's not what you say, but how you say it" which has yet to hit home. Today it may have. She goes on to explain how "Sure" has several meanings. there is Sure-meaning Yeah right, Sure-meaning Yes, Sure-meaning you are just agreeing so you don't have to expain what you really think, and then Sure- a joking word.
Who knew that one word could mean so many things? And who knew that my sweet seven almost eight year old would know them all? Am I really all that surprised? Sure :)
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