A sense of humor… is needed armor. Joy in one’s heart and some laughter on one’s lips is a sign that the person down deep has a pretty good grasp of life.
Hugh Sidey

This past six months or so Brother has been really curious about where babies come from. He is in pre-school and lots of mommies there are pregnant and many have had their babies during the year. I can only assume that the little ones talk about it on the playground, either that or Brother has a good imagination and his “wonder” of such things has him thinking of all possibilities.

He asked if babies are cut out of their mommies tummies. (sometimes, I said)

What about the other times then? I gave him a censored version of the correct answer, including things such as God designed mommies bodies to blah, blah, blah, privates to open, blah blah blah. He seems to be satisfied with the answers, but he continues to bring the subject up frequently. I, again, can only assume it is to test my answer to see if it changes from the last time?

Yesterday, he touched on the subject briefly, but I don’t think it was to bring up where they (babies) come from, but to tell me that, “Babies are gross.”

“Babies are not gross!” I told him.

“You were a baby once!”

I know, I know, I was so cute, blah, blah, blah!

Food is our common ground, a universal experience.
James Beard

A very healthy way for kids to get their veggies and love it too… Brother thought they were dessert!

Carrot Cake Muffins
only 2 WW points, if you follow that sort of thing… If not, add your favorite cream cheese frosting and enjoy!

Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.
Leo Buscaglia

When I picked Brother up from pre-school yesterday the kids were playing on the playground. When the teacher saw me she started heading my way. This usually means one of two things. Either Brother was mean or Brother was hurt. I never know which I wish it was more, but usually I wish it was the other.

This time it was because Brother was hurt. She told me that he had bonked heads with one of his friends and had busted his lip, and it bled a bit. She didnt even do a “report.” When Brother saw me, he came over and put his head on my leg through the fence. I am pretty good at reading him, and he seemed a bit more tramuatized (for lack of a better word) than just a head bonking. I asked him if he needed some mommy lovin’ and picked him up. He started crying on my shoulder. The teacher (who is a friend that ive known for ten years now) really didnt seem that it was bad.

Brother and I went and picked up his back pack and he went to get a treat. Only this time, he didnt ask me to open it so I assumed it was because his lip was pretty swollen. When we got to the car, he was still crying, but harder now. I asked him to let me see his lip and he cried harder. Usually, too, he would have been complaining how mean ” his friend was” but he wasn’t.

The little head bump, turned into a big open cut on the underside of his lip. The blood had clotted which was a good sign, but his top lip was swollen very big. When we got home he just asked for his stuffies and pillow and he sat and stared at cartoons for about an hour. All attempts to get him to eat a cool pop, or even some ice cream met with tears. He wouldnt even try a sip of water through a straw. My heart was so sad for him.

He kept telling me that his friend didnt hit hi in the head and that he had hit one of the bikes on the playground. When his dad got home, he told him the whole story. His friend and him had bumped heads, but that was his bottom lip and it wasnt but a bump. But, he was on the slide and a different boy, not his friend, pushed him off, and he fell and hit the bike. I am so thankful that it didnt break his teeth or something worse. There is no school today, so I will have to call his teacher at home to let her know and have her fill out an accident report.

This morning it looks better. The swelling is down and the cut doesnt look as bad as yesterday. He is back to eating and drinking and reliving the story. We said that if it still looked bad today we would take him to the pedi, but remembering from the last “mouth” incident, there isnt much they can do…. Salt water rinses and ice.

It truly just breaks my heart when he is hurt. He is just such a sweet little boy. Last night, after the swelling went down and he was able to eat a bit, when he was telling his dad what happened, his eyes swelled with tears. Which of course made both his dads and my eyes swell with tears as well. He finished his story and began to wipe away the tears. He asked, oh, why do my eyes fill up with water when im not even crying…. He got him some momma lovin and some tickling to chase away that silly ole’ eye water. His and mine!