Blood, blood, everywhere

Okay, well maybe not EVERYWHERE. Although it looked like it at first. All over the sheets. On the bed frame. On Emily…

Oh…what I am talking about? Hehheh. Sorry. No, it’s not a slasher flick. I am talking about Liam’s night-time nosebleed. I had just put him down for bed, and was downstairs for less than 3 minutes when I heard him call to me in some distress. Sighing, I went back into his room, asking him what was wrong. “Boogers, Mommy. Lots of boogers”, he informed me in a teary voice. I sighed again at how dramatic my son could be over a runny nose and fetched a tissue. Upon handing it to him, though, I noticed dark spots on the sheets in the light of the nightlight. Crap. Sure enough, turning on the light revealed that he had a nosebleed. There were splotches all over the sheets and he had managed to smear it all over his face and both arms, and had rubbed it all over Emily’s face (she is his stuffed ermine…a white weasel for those unfamiliar). He had even managed to get some of the bars of his modified crib. I spent the next half hour cleaning up, as it took a while for the bleeding to stop, and I had to comfort him and give him an ice-pop to help apply ice to the area (or as close as possible) and to give him something to keep his mind occupied, while I changed the sheets on his bed. Then it was back to bed, and I then had to scrub the blood stains out of the sheets and Emily (note: cold water and rubbing salt into the stain works great apparently). And now I am finally done.

No more crib

I have said this many, many times...but I will say it again. My little boy is growing up too quickly. Gone is the little baby that relied on me to get around. The little baby that I would rock and sing to sleep. And then would lay down in his crib...

...his crib that now looks like this.



He no longer seems quite so little...no longer sleeping in a crib. He can get in and out of his bed at will and seems quite tickled with this. He spent the first 15 minutes after I removed the side climbing in and out of his bed...pretending to be asleep, and then waking up and getting out of his bed. His first night went pretty well...some chattering and getting out of bed once to cover up his air vent...no falling out of bed. And when he woke up, he was immediately thrilled that he could get right out of it. I heard him from our room: "MOMMY! I woke up!" And then "I am standing up on the floor!".

*sigh*

Quadruple Three

Just thought it worth noting that today Liam is 3 years, 3 months, 3 weeks, and 3 days old.