A Note on Comments

Thanks, Aunt Mary, for leaving a comment! Truth be told, I'm quite hungry for comments on my blog. How to get more comments keeps me up at night. That's why I recently tried to trick and then just demanded that Mom leave a comment.

So, just in case you're wondering....

I am totally OK with comments. Leave them. If I have a regular reader in China, I want to know about it! If you are someone who isn't my boys' grandparent or Aunt, I would love to hear from you. I've been hearing a lot of people comment on how their status as middle children has left them starved for attention. I've denied my inner middle child for a long time. But, she's alive and kicking, and she would really like more comments.

Thank You...

Now, back to your regularly scheduled blog...

I'm thinking of changing the name of my blog to something like The Minutia of My Life. The fact that I post tiny little details that delight me at the time of posting is perfect proof that this is nothing more than a Mommy Blog that Real Bloggers make fun of. I don't mind, though.

Anyway, Trevor suffered the worst injury of his life last night. I wish I had gotten it on video.

He was racing through the house pushing a little dump truck. Devin has a little train. They got these toys from Christmas from their Great Grandma in Florida, and they love to race them through the house. It's one of the activities they love to do together.

He had raced from the living room to the kitchen around the table and back to the living room about 6 times when IT happened. His dump truck stopped suddenly on the area rug, but he had a lot of forward momentum built up from several circuits around the house. He dump truck wasn't going anywhere, but he was. Still holding on to the truck, his body gracefully arched over the yellow toy. Since he was still holding on to the truck, his hands weren't available to break his fall. Instead, he broke his fall with his upper lip.

Daddy was closest, but he didn't get up to help Trevor at all. This was one of those moments when everything slows down. I think I probably got up and ran to Trevor in less than half a second or so. But, I had time to think, "well, if Daddy won't help, I guess I will." And, I feel bad about that. The accident really did happen in slow motion. It looked like fun. Neither one of realized his upper lip was the only thing that broke his fall.

It bled and bled and bled. And, he cried and cried and cried. I gave him Tylenol. We pressed frozen brussel sprouts to his face. I made him look at his funny face in the mirror. We covered him with a blanket and turned on Meteor and the Mighty Monster trucks. The show finally calmed him down.

He feels a lot better this morning. We thought we should submit an incident report to daycare since they give us incident reports when the kids get hurt (or hurt someone else) at school, but the end, we decided that didn't really make much sense.

I hope he embellishes the story for his friends.