I have a lot to catch up on over the past week and a half. Life has gotten out of control and much more busy now that I have taken over laundry responsibilites. So to start off, I will tell a story that happened Tuesday.
Sam wanted a snack. Nothing new there. I told him I needed to finish working first and then I'd help him. I guess he was so starving hungry, he took it upon himself to get his own snack. The bad thing about kids is that they watch you and remember how you do things. Like peel an orange. I peel an orange with a steak knife (make slits and then peel the skin off). Little did I know that he was doing this exact thing. "MOMMYYYY!!!!" screams come from the kitchen and he comes into the living room holding his orange under his arm, a very long 10-12 inch sharp knife in the other hand (which looks a LOT longer than it is being held in a 4 year olds hand), and a finger dripping blood that he starts to shake because it hurts. Without throwing my computer down too hard, I grab him and put him over the sink and start rinsing off his finger. All the while he keeps saying, "I'm so sorry mommy!!" and I just keep saying, "I'm sorry for you that you cut yourself!!" Do you think it would stop bleeding? I'm thinking hospital, stiches, infections, and then it did stop bleeding. Once the bandaid was on, life was better.
I couldn't eat for a good four hours after seeing all that blood.
And then later that day he tries the same thing again. Ei ei ei!!!!