Battle Wounds

Over the past year and a half we've come to learn that we've got a tough little princess. Good thing too because she's a dare devil! I can't tell you how many times she's taken a BIG tumble and gotten right back up, scraped knees and all, and just kept on running like nothing ever happened. Which explains why she seems to have so many bumps and bruises that I can't explain. It's not at all uncommon for us to come home from a morning of PlayAway and I start noticing rug burns, bruises, and bumps on my little dainty doll. There is one thing that can bring instant tears to my little babe's eyes (aside from hunger of course) and that is the mere sight of a Band-aid. A few months ago, Hayley scraped her knee up pretty bad. Lest she have a scar for life, Daddy was adamant about keeping an ample supply of Neosporin on her wound (Daddy's obession with Neosporin is subject for a post of it's own). Of course keeping Neosporin on Hayley's knee required the use of a Band-aid. The mere sight of this Band-aid was enough to send Hayley over the edge... it truly was the end of the world. We kept pants on her and the Band-aid was soon forgotten about until it was diaper changing time and the terrible Band-aid would reappear. I even bought Hayley some Dora and Sesame Street Band-aids in an effort to make being wounded "fun." But there is no fooling Hayley and the reminder of her own immortality was just too much for her to bear. Luckily we've been able to put the Band-aids away for the past few months and we've accepted the fact that perhaps the medical profession will not be a career choice for our little doll. Besides, the way that Hayley has been blaming Pooh and "Kwowie" for everything lately leads us to believe that "Judge Hayley" may be more up her alley.

But as I was saying, our family has been wound free until last night when Daddy came home with a cut finger. Somehow he'd cut his knuckle on a door at work. It was one of those cuts in a pesky place that wouldn't stop bleeding. Unable to get a Band-aid at work he came home asking for one. (Yes, he works for the Department of Defense, the Army, you wouldn't think it'd be that tough to get a Band-aid, but I digress.) Unfortunately, the only suitable Band-aids that I had for his wound just so happened to be bright yellow with a blue Cookie Monster on them. I got a bit of a chuckle seeing my 200 pound "protector of our household" sporting a Sesame Street Band-aid, but whatever.

Brian took off early this morning for a big day at work. He had to brief a Four Star General. I'm really hoping he remembered to take off the Sesame Street Band-aid.