Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Battle Scars

A couple of weeks ago, as I was preparing supper, I had a couple of cans stacked on the counter. Daryl walked over and pulled down the bottom can. Of course, the top can fell off and hit him on the bridge of his nose. The scar is just about healed. It would have healed much quicker if he wouldn't have kept picking on the scab.
I love that smile of his.

Mommy also got a "boo-boo" the previous evening. I was getting little one ready for bed, and was giving him his saline nose drops. He happened to be holding a plastic toy with a pointy edge. He reacted to the drops by flailing his arms, and the toy jabbed my cheek. Although it was painful, I didn't realize it scratched me until I felt the scab a couple of hours later. I now check his hands before administering the drops. My scab is long gone, because I didn't pick the scab (that much).

The wounded warriors