Don't get me wrong I LOVE having little boys. I LOVE it. I never pictured myself with boys but I enjoy it so much. However... I'm not sure if I'm cut out for this. Kirsten is a VERY active child. She never stops moving... she climbs, she flips, she's great at sports (rememeber she doesn't have any of my genes). BUT these boys! They are constantly climbing, nose-diving off furniture, and figuring out new trouble to get into.
You remember Danny's black eye from last month right? Well, now it's Matt's turn.
He decided to go down the slide head-first and tumbled over the side landing right on his FACE. (No, not the big slide at the park... I was "ready" then. This is the tiny, baby slide on the porch.) He had a bloody nose, fat lip (which produced a lot of blood in his mouth!!), and scraped up face! My poor, poor baby.
Yes. His face is covered with tears, blood, and brownie. In THIS house when you bleed you get to eat brownies while Mommy cries.