Have you ever seen that kid? You know, the one who's covered in bruises and scrapes? I used to worry when I saw this...and then we had our daughter.
I know since she's the youngest with three big brothers, she's going to have a bump or two. It's more than that though. She looks like a street fighter half the time. If she's not wrestling around with them, she's chasing after them only to wipe out at full speed.
Growing up, my Dad had two nicknames for me - "Grace" and "Ricochet". "Grace" because I had none - and "Ricochet" because there wasn't a wall or a door that I couldn't bounce off of. I'm beginning to wonder if this could actually be genetic.
Just last night, Lauren was running to the table for dinner. She slid on the floor and landed face first on her chair. She was quiet for a second which is either a good thing, or a reeeeally bad thing. This time it was bad. Catching her breath, she looked up holding her forehead and exploded with a blood curdling scream. Scooping her up, I walked around the room with her, trying to coax her to pull her hands down.
As a parent, this is when you prepare yourself for what you're about to see. There's either going to be a little bit of redness, an immediate goose egg, or a whole lot of blood. Winner, winner chicken dinner - we got the gushing blood flow.
I know since she's the youngest with three big brothers, she's going to have a bump or two. It's more than that though. She looks like a street fighter half the time. If she's not wrestling around with them, she's chasing after them only to wipe out at full speed.
Growing up, my Dad had two nicknames for me - "Grace" and "Ricochet". "Grace" because I had none - and "Ricochet" because there wasn't a wall or a door that I couldn't bounce off of. I'm beginning to wonder if this could actually be genetic.
Just last night, Lauren was running to the table for dinner. She slid on the floor and landed face first on her chair. She was quiet for a second which is either a good thing, or a reeeeally bad thing. This time it was bad. Catching her breath, she looked up holding her forehead and exploded with a blood curdling scream. Scooping her up, I walked around the room with her, trying to coax her to pull her hands down.
As a parent, this is when you prepare yourself for what you're about to see. There's either going to be a little bit of redness, an immediate goose egg, or a whole lot of blood. Winner, winner chicken dinner - we got the gushing blood flow.
The three boys jumped up from the table and started screaming. This of course made Lauren Elizabeth scream and sob even harder out of fear.
It suddenly became the equivalent of trying to hold a cat over water as I fought to hang onto her to see the degree of injury while she struggled to get out of my arms to find a mirror. With blood running down her face, Lauren and the boys were freaking out, I was freaking out, all while trying to get her to sit still long enough to finally find a tiny little cut right in her eyebrow. How can one small cut produce so much blood? I think it's one of nature's jokes on parenthood.
Needless to say. She'll go to Preschool today with a busted eye, a scratch across her throat from a wrestling match with her six year old brother, her scrapes on her arms and legs from I don't even know what...walking and chewing gum maybe...and that's how she'll roll.
All I really want to do, is teach her to say, "What happens in fight club, stays in fight club". Adam doesn't think that's a good idea though.
I guess I'll just have to start calling her "Grace".
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It suddenly became the equivalent of trying to hold a cat over water as I fought to hang onto her to see the degree of injury while she struggled to get out of my arms to find a mirror. With blood running down her face, Lauren and the boys were freaking out, I was freaking out, all while trying to get her to sit still long enough to finally find a tiny little cut right in her eyebrow. How can one small cut produce so much blood? I think it's one of nature's jokes on parenthood.
Needless to say. She'll go to Preschool today with a busted eye, a scratch across her throat from a wrestling match with her six year old brother, her scrapes on her arms and legs from I don't even know what...walking and chewing gum maybe...and that's how she'll roll.
All I really want to do, is teach her to say, "What happens in fight club, stays in fight club". Adam doesn't think that's a good idea though.
I guess I'll just have to start calling her "Grace".
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Love You!
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