Two days ago, I was at my mom's house and when my dad got home, he went outside so the boys can play. (They LOVE being outside....but since we live in a creepy neighborhood, they can only go outside when we're at grandma's house.) Anyway, my dad was being a good grandpa, and playing with them, letting them play...
A while later Cameron comes inside my parents' house just CRYING. He'd been riding his bike too fast and crashed. He scraped up his chin, wrist, chest, and ankle. I put some bandages on his scrapes and tried to calm him down. He would NOT stop boobing and whining.
We were eating dinner and I KNEW he was hungry, but he wouldn't eat because, "It hurts my owie, mommy."
Okay, that's a LITTLE too much. If you put the food IN your mouth and not on your chin, you should be FINE!
He whined the rest of the night. He even whined this morning. Seriously, it's getting old! You're fine, kid.
This morning I sent Cam off to the Learning Center, came home, and let Jake wander the house. He LOVES to play when Cam's not here bossing him around. Well, I came on the computer and let him go. I hadn't put up our baby gate at the bottom of the stairs, and Jake took the opportunity to go upstairs and play in his bedroom.
After a while I got up to see what he was doing and soon I hear the *thump* *thump* *thump* of a baby falling down the stairs, HEAD first!
He's okay, but a little shaken up. (I'm actually hoping that he'll learn that he CAN'T go down the stairs that way anymore. He has NO fear when it comes to stairs...and he'll walk DOWN them if he can....)
I promise I'm not abusing them! I promise...they're just klutzy....a lot like their mom. *blush*