All Boy?!?

I think that my little Drew is all boy. Dirt. Trucks. Tackling. But this morning he wakes up screaming and crying. I was on the phone with Jason and ran up the stairs and he came scurring out of his room. I let him talk to his daddy and that seemed to calm him down, but the problem hadn't gone away.

Why are you crying? T'eres a fi in my room. Translation: There is a fly in my room. Yes - my big boy is scared of flies or any other insect. We went into his room to see it and Ally assured him that it just wanted to play with his toys. "With my piate sip (priate ship)."

Then the kids have been excited all day to swim with Nick, our 14 year old neighbor boy who is bored out of his gourd since he moved here May 1. While we were swimming Drew takes his wittle jump off the ladder to land on the side. I don't know what he caught his lip on but it was BLEEDING profusely. I grabbed him and looked at it and sighed thinking that we were going to have to take a trip to the dr. to get some stitches. I ran him in to get the bleeding stopped.

Do you think he was crying? Oh yes, but not because his lip was bleeding but because he wanted to swim with Nick! To make a long story shorter our neighbor Danielle is a nurse and I ran over to her to get her opinion knowing the dr. would automatically want me to come in. She said to put some sugar on it to stop the bleeding and it needed a butterfly band-aid. Now that will interesting since he HATES band-aids!