A week ago today, we sported 80 degrees here in Chicago.
Yeah, I know. Unbelievable.
As such, J & I stole the day away from Sunday school, choosing bagels outside followed by a quick grocery shop. Then on to home to enjoy the day.
When we were at Marco, J got some new summer sandals. One pair he picked out are the Velcro at the toes & ankles so he could be just like Grandpa. We bought them a little big, so he'd have room to grow this summer.
What happens when you mix slightly too big sandals with a running 3-year-old?
J was playing ball on our driveway & tripped (for like the 100th time), but this time it went all white, you know the white that happens before the blood? Yep. That white.
I, of course, pulling my mommy "all's good" hat out of the bag, kissed it (while rolling up his shirt sleeve (I totally didn't want to clean blood out of it), and sent him back to play.
About 2 seconds later, I exclaimed all excited "You've got blood. Do you know what that means?"
J's eyes lit up - "I get a band aid"
So in we went to wash the his cut, then strap on the band aid. Mr. M was so impressed that J had such a great cut with zero tears.
Yep. I got the mommy rocks award for that one.
I wonder if that makes up for all the times he thinks I'm horribly mean for not giving him a band aid just because he wants one.
I may have a rule in my house - no blood, no band aid. Luckily, I'm not raising a girl, or she'd never have a shot at being anything other than a tomboy...