He's our son...

Tonight, as I was getting Sam settled (after lights out and a bit of rolling around), he sat up and said 'My head hurts. Need holcola.' Given the events of the last 24 hours (he bumped his stitches this morning, and in general these days throws his body around) I was a bit concerned, and wondering whether he needed pain relief.

After a few minutes of trying to understand what 'need hocola' meant (said with increasing urgency), it finally dawned on me: "My head hurts. Need cholocate." No, sweetie - maybe for dessert tomorrow.

He's our son, alright. And his stiches aren't bothering him one bit.

first stitches

So Sam hit a milestone yesterday that I was hoping to avoid for another few years - first stitches. I mean, I know that stitches, casts, and copious bumps and bruises are part of life with boys but he's nit even thee yet! Anyway, long story short ... he got over-excited when daddy showed up to get hum from school yesterday, jumped/tripped off the front porch stair and went head-first into the sidewalk where, to make matters worse, he encountered a small rock. The rock won. Sam has SIX stitches holding a half-inch or so gash closed. According to daddy he was very calm and brave ... a brief burst of tears when he fell, and a bit of panic when they wrapped him in a sheet before stitching (think straight-jacket ... I'd freak out!), but that was all. When he got home last night, he proudly announced "Me bonked, mama!" For sure.

Sugar!!!

Forget Coke and Kool-Aid. When it comes to sugar drinks, Sam has found the ultimate ... 100% pure, natural Maple syrup. I know I probably use enough that I might as well drink the stuff, but I've never actually done it. This morning at breakfast, Sam picked up his 'dipping bowl' and took a swig. We told him that wasn't how it was done, but couldn't help laughing. So, of course, he looked hopefully at us and asked "Do it again?" Oh, no, no.