Life with a Boy

Last week Jeremy was spinning around in circles. For no reason. Other than he's a boy. And we've been stuck inside for what seems like 10 years due to Chicagoland winters. Yuck. Anyway, the little boy lost his balance, fell down, and slammed his head into the dining room chair.

Blood came spurting out of his head. Poor guy. I immediately applied pressure to his wound, all the while he's telling me he's fine, although he was sobbing a bit. Not nearly as much as his sister would have if she did the same thing.

Of course thoughts were running through my head like "I have no idea where the nearest hospital is" and "What happens if his wound won't stop bleeding." Luckily the bleeding subsided, but the only bandages we had in the house were Hello Kitty. Riley helped me out by locating one and we applied it to his owie.

The patient.

Saying "cheese."

And then the next day we went out and got him some Diego Band-Aids.

Post Hello Kitty Band-Aid.