Giormous Fat Lip

Last night, our house was a disaster.  The kid had dumped out most the boxes of toys in the playroom, pulled out all the blankets and scarves plus unloaded some of my kitchen stuff.  Kevin was jumping on the couch and fell on to a scarf. This wouldn't have been a big deal except for the fact that underneath the scarf was a metal kitchen bowl.  Ouch.  He was sad, but stopped whining as soon as he learned we were leaving for my RS activity at the church.  Then as we were walking in the doors at the church, Kherington when to open the door, missed the handle and fell back into Kevin whacking him in the mouth again.  This time the crying didn't stop.  He wanted to sit with me.  His mouth kept bleeding.  I called and had Ryan come get him.  By the time I got home he was happy again and was showing off a cool ice cream cone his daddy got from McDonalds on the way home.  Since he was acting fine I didn't think much of it.

Well, the next morning I woke up to him next to me in my bed and his top lip was HUGE. The entire underside was black and blue.  I've seen fat lips before, but not like this.  I did some googling and from what I read, even if I took him to the dentist there is nothing they could do.

Throughout the day I was concerned that it was hurting him so I kept asking and he'd give me the 'are you stupid' look and say he's fine.  Then finally in the afternoon he comes running into my room while I was feeding Jonathan whining that it hurt. Concerned, I gave him my full attention.  He proceeded to point to his toe that he had stubbed but look fine.

The Life of a Baby

Babies have a pretty awesome life.  They sleep whenever they want.  If they whine they get fed, their diaper changed then wrapped up and cuddled.  When their poo seeps out of their diaper, through their onesie, sleeper, and blanket, they just get to sit back and relax while someone wipes them down, puts on fresh clothes and tries to get the neon yellow poo out before it stains.

Jonathan has been a much needier baby than my first two, but probably still easier than a lot of babies. I think the hardest part for me is that I like my kids to be independent and babies cannot be that.