oh the joys

So Mason split his chin open a couple of months ago, on the side of the bathtub while my husband was giving him a bath , it healed up and we got over it. Last week , we went to the park and somehow Mason managed to split his chin BACK open , and open another spot right next to the original gaping wound... GROSS. It had slowed bleeding by late afternoon so I didn't take him to a clinic , in fear of them to tell me to just put a bandaid on it and call it a day. This morning I had a dr appointment for pre natal stuff, and lucky me, I get to take my kids with me. This was an experience in its own today...and I was ready to leave Mason on the side of the road with a FREE sign taped to his forehead. Starts off fine, but the second I need to get up on that table and leave Madison on the floor crawling around and him having to wait , all hell broke loose. I don't even know what the tantrum was about but suddenly Mason is screaming and crying , under the chair in the doctor's office, yelling at his sister. He then starts hitting her, over and over to the point where I had to pick her up and hold her, while on the table getting an exam done [thankfully just the doppler , and nothing more...intimate ] He starts his ear piercing scream that he now does, when he doesn't get his own way and my doctor just looks at me , wide eyed. So I said " welcome, to my morning." this continued, she sped up the exam so I could get down, I go to get him out from under the chair and his chin is bleeding. It reopened with his fit of sorts. so I had them look at it... I should have had it stitched...a week ago. Now it's too late, and if I want it fixed properly I'll have to take him to a plastic surgeon. Sorry kid- you can live with a scar under your chin for the rest of your life. Lots of people have them, and we'll make a cool story up for it... we won't tell people that you got it by climbing to the third rock on the rock wall, and losing your balance. [ this after climbing to the top of the rock wall several times minutes prior to the life altering accident]
I told the doctor I've been getting some killer headaches lately, and they last all day - after the outburst of Mason's....she laughed a bit, and said " I can probably tell you where they're coming from" ..... yeah...it was a good morning.

When we left the office, I had to basically drag him to the elevator by his arm while he kicked and screamed, since he wouldn't stand up and just wanted to scream and cry into the floor. I apologized to everyone riding in the elevator, before getting on, for the noise level they were about to experience. They all laughed a bit...until the door closed. I'm sure they thought I was an evil mother, since I just let my son throw himself onto the floor of the elevator, and bang his head as he crumpled to the ground. The door opened, and he wouldn't even stand up...so I hauled him out by his arm and let him continue his rant on the floor until , like magic, it was over and we were walking out to the car. He then asked if he could get a new toy, go to the park, play with his friends.......etc,etc,etc. As though nothing had happened. Let me think about that one...uhm... NO.

Hello again...

It's been a while since I've posted anything on here, as you may have noticed. I've been having to post on another blog on a more regular basis and this one sort of gets pushed to the back burner. So we're back...and I'll give a little update so far.

Mason is now potty trained, and no longer the poop picasso he once was [thankfully!!!] He's "bigger, bigger" as he puts it, because he is almost 3- he tries convincing everyone that because he is bigger-bigger, that he can do SOOO many things that in reality...he cannot. For example, ride his bike on the bmx track at our park with the bigger-bigger boys... Right. Maybe next year ;) Madison will be one soon, and she is trying to walk so she's all over the place. You can't put her down for one second and think she'll stay in the same spot- she's like a caged animal waiting to get out and the second she's on the floor, she's off to the races. She did a front flip into the blow up pool a few weeks ago and got the scare of a lifetime ...and went right back to do it again as soon as she caught her breath.

With potty training, comes stalling at bed time. Bedtime for Mason has gotten increasingly later each day of the week...it's always SOMETHING he needs suddenly, and for the most part he'll announce he needs to pee pee and poop poop - which he never does because he goes just BEFORE going to bed. Tonight he got upt to tell me that his bum had happy feet, just like the movie. It makes me a better person knowing that, I'm sure.