so ben is in the back yard cutting up wood for his dad. it's all the limbs that have fallen out of our 'self-pruning' trees and landed all over our 'not self-mowing lawn'. someone HAS to pick them up. nobody WANTS to pick them up. but you mention a handsaw and the possibility of lighting them on fire tonight in the fire pit...you got yourself a volunteer! i LOVE having a boy. even when he's sweaty and nasty and smells like a rusty old nail. what i HATE about having a boy is that he bleeds. on a regular basis too. and he doesn't mind nearly as much as i do.
i am sitting at the computer checking the mail when the back door bursts open and there stands ben with his thumb in his mouth. haven't seen him do that in awhile (like 10 years) but i don't say anything. and i try really hard to ignore the blood dripping down his arm, especially after his reassuring 'hey, i'm okay mom, i just need a bandaid.' remember he's using a saw? he walks rather briskly to the bathroom and shuts the door. and locks it. i wait. he uses that brisk walk again to retrieve the first-aid kit from his room and returns to the bathroom. (yes, he keeps a first-aid kit in his room.) i calmly ask if everything is okay. of course it is! could he use a little help? of course not! he has found a pressure point so don't worry. A PRESSURE POINT?! DON"T WORRY?!
oh yeah, having a boy is just great. really it is. i just wish he didn't need to keep a first-aid kit in his room.
Friday, August 24, 2007
ouch...
Posted by tracytreehouse at Friday, August 24, 2007
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