Watch out for that door...

After running into the corner of my car door, and nearly taking out his eye...Kallen braved a smile so you could all see his injury!

The Concrete Won!

Well, now that I've finished sharing Kynlee's birth story with you all, I can get back to the day to day happenings around our humble abode!


Lately bumps, bruises and tears seem to be what I'm mending around here, so I'll have to tell you about our little "Evil Knievel". We were at a MOPS family barbecue last Tuesday, having quite the time I might add, since it was one of our first outings as a family of 4. Well, leave it to Kallen to change the dynamics of the event. We were all sitting down eating some delicious BBQ ribs and chatting with the other kiddos and parents. Kallen was finished with his dinner, and just wanted to run around! Fine, no big deal! We were in a little barn like structure with lots of doors, windows, stairs and ramps for the kids to play on! Kallen was doing great, until he came across some concrete stairs that were kind of camouflaged! I guess he decided to take these stairs "head on" literally, and the stairs won. No one really saw the event...we just heard major screaming, and looked over to find Kallen face down on the concrete, and his feet two stairs up!


Oh man...the blood was pouring down his face, he was in so much pain, and mostly scared, that he hardly let us touch his "owie" to clean it up and assess the damage. We finally got him cleaned up and this is what he was left with. Permanent scars on his poor face are inevitable...Such a boy!!!



Then yesterday we were at the doctor for Kynlee's two week check up, and while we were waiting for the nurse to come in and take blood for a PKU test, Kallen fell off a chair and hit his ear. The poor guys ear swelled up so bad I thought it was going to "pop". Okay, not really...but it sure looked bad.




If that wasn't enough to happen to the little guy...some friends were over yesterday, and as they were leaving they picked Kallen up to say goodbye. He didn't have very good hold on Kallen, and as he was setting him back down on the sidewalk...he dropped him. Yep...Kallen couldn't get his feet down fast enough, and fell right on his back on the concrete sidewalk! Okay, more tears. After that, Kallen basically ran right to his bed as if to say...let me go to bed so nothing else happens to me today!

Teeth...

What's the deal with teeth? We obviously need them right (or at least they tend to make life a whole lot easier), so why are we battling our whole lives to either get them in the first place, or to keep them once they're here?

When a baby is born their little teeth have yet to "come in", so they spend the first couple of years of their life painfully "growing" them. Then, once they're in, it's only a few short years before they painfully start falling out. The next step is for these precious babes to walk around with gaping holes and toothless smiles before their "permanent" teeth begin to appear. Permanent? That's not always the case now is it. Those nice "permanent" teeth that we spend the majority of our lives taking care of, may or may not fall out when we reach a certain age of uh.......wisdom! Then it's up to our darling dentist to mold a set of teeth that we can remove when we don't need them and put back in at the desired times. Huh...some system! Thanks God for that one!!!

I'm on this rant and rave because our little man is having quite the fight with his molars, and I just wish I could do something to speed up the process. Why does it have to take so long? Just a few weeks ago he had 3...yes 3 molars coming in at the same time. His gums were swollen and red, nose running from here to Texas, and was constantly swatting at and rubbing the side of his cheek. Poor little guy. Two of those teeth FINALLY broke through and I thought life would get easier. Nope...no sooner were those teeth fully in position, when 2 more blasted molars started creeping to the surface. Well...this battle can't go on forever...can it???

Bumps, bruises and bloody noses

I've never been a mom who jumps up to coddle Kallen every time he falls down or bumps his head. I tend to asses the situation and make the appropriate response. If there is no major damage, or hard core tears, I help coax him up, and send him on his way. Now that sounds kind of cold, so I have to say that if there is obvious pain or injury, I'm right there to comfort the little guy and make sure everything is in working order. Then when he's ready, I let him down. I just feel that if I gasp or jump up to help him every time something little happens, I'll never know the difference between a serious injury and a little bump or bruise. He'll cry like he's dying no matter what happens.

Well, just this afternoon our little Evil Knievel decided to try his luck out walking face forward down my parents front steps. This mind you, is a feat he has yet to accomplish (we're still at the crawling backwards stage). As you can imagine, this little stunt of his, didn't go as well as he would have liked. Grandma and I both made diving attempts to try and stop the inevitable, but to no avail...He fell flat on his face. At first I thought he only hit his forehead, then the blood started to flow. Yep...he got his first bloody nose. Okay, so this was definitely one of those times I was right there to hold and comfort my little daredevil. The nose stopped bleeding, but the goose egg between the eyes will be a friendly reminder for days to come of the skills he has yet to acquire!