Praying...

Praying this isn't Parker's way of telling me he wants to get a tattoo or a nipple piercing.

You know you are a mother of boys when…

You know you are a mother of boys when…you think about posting the signs of a concussion somewhere where you can always see it!

I try to be a relaxed mom. I have boys. Boys will be adventurous. I was when I was younger. I used to walk across the top of the swing set (balancing on the metal rod that was on the top). I used to climb a tree, climb out on a limb (that didn’t quite go all the way to the roof), get on the roof and then sit at the peak of the house, with my legs hanging over and spit down on the boys playing basketball in my driveway (glad I’m a little more refined now!). I used to tie a rope from the back of my bike to my skate board and then take my sister down a big hill, as fast as I could. If I did that, I KNOW by boys will do more!

Jacob had a blanket tied around his neck…his cape and he was “flying”. He didn’t see Parker standing in the kitchen and just barreled over him. I was on the computer and just heard Parker land on the tile, specifically heard his head hit the tile. He of course was screaming and Jacob was upset. I got Parker calmed down and was just holding him on the couch. He was laying on me and was all hot and sweaty.

Thankfully, I am rational enough to stay calm and text Adam. I asked Adam to remind me of the signs of a concussion: vomiting, extra sleepy, overly lethargic. Adam told me that most likely he is fine. Easy for him to say. My first thought is that my child will die. Then I remember to breathe and instead pray that my child will not die. Throwing up. Ok, I got this. I stay calm until he throws up and then all rational thinking goes out the window.

No throwing up. No “extra sleepy” or “overly lethargic” (and if you know my children, you know that if this EVER described them then there would be something terribly wrong!). Parker is fine and I can’t help but think that these little “bumps” are God’s way of preparing me for some pretty big bumps as the boys get older. Hopefully I can stay calm, cool and collected then and help them pick out a cool color for their cast while posting graphic pictures of their “cool” injury on Facebook!

i LOVE his brain!

(Jacob calls my mom Sugar Bear)

Jacob: "In a minute is Sugar Bear going to have a baby?"

Me: "Why?"

Jacob: "So she {the baby} can play with Parker!"

Me: "Sugar Bear is too old to have a baby. She's already had her babies."

Jacob: "Ohhhhhhh! That's why she has us {Jacob and Parker} to play with!"