Two minor injuries worth noting:
Last Saturday, the 5th, we learned that Alex is not allergic to bee stings. I bought a bushel of apples at the Farmer's Market and Alex was eating one as we walked around. I was bustling about my market business, leaving Paul to tend to the wagon and Alex. I'm picking out potatoes when I hear a boy crying. Then I realize it's MY boy, and I'm scanning the crowd for Paul and Alex when they approach me. Alex is very sad and has a bee bum sticking out of his upper lip. Paul tells me that a bee was after his apple and Alex batted at it and the bee retaliated. I had to pull the stinger out (which I later learned one should never do -- scrape the stinger out) and we found some ice (that he didn't want held on his face). He calmed down fairly quickly, and after his nap the swelling had gone down considerably and he was back to his old self.
It seems he's learned to have a healthy wariness of bees, as he does his little old-man gasp and clutches his heart when he sees one outside.
I don't know that I've ever been stung by a bee!
Yesterday, he got his first band-aid boo boo. It's a minor injury, really, but he scraped his index finger pretty good. I was making dinner when it happened, but I suspect he was trying to get the noodle out from under the refrigerator. He yelped and ran over to me where I was standing at the stove and hugged my leg, sucking his thumb, which is what he does when he's "sorry" so at first I thought that he had done something wrong. Washing his hands was the worst part, followed closely by actually convincing him that a bandage would make it feel better.
I don't think he's particularly keen on the bandage -- I'm pretty sure he pulled one off this morning (which he proudly reported to have put in the trash).
Last Saturday, the 5th, we learned that Alex is not allergic to bee stings. I bought a bushel of apples at the Farmer's Market and Alex was eating one as we walked around. I was bustling about my market business, leaving Paul to tend to the wagon and Alex. I'm picking out potatoes when I hear a boy crying. Then I realize it's MY boy, and I'm scanning the crowd for Paul and Alex when they approach me. Alex is very sad and has a bee bum sticking out of his upper lip. Paul tells me that a bee was after his apple and Alex batted at it and the bee retaliated. I had to pull the stinger out (which I later learned one should never do -- scrape the stinger out) and we found some ice (that he didn't want held on his face). He calmed down fairly quickly, and after his nap the swelling had gone down considerably and he was back to his old self.
It seems he's learned to have a healthy wariness of bees, as he does his little old-man gasp and clutches his heart when he sees one outside.
I don't know that I've ever been stung by a bee!
Yesterday, he got his first band-aid boo boo. It's a minor injury, really, but he scraped his index finger pretty good. I was making dinner when it happened, but I suspect he was trying to get the noodle out from under the refrigerator. He yelped and ran over to me where I was standing at the stove and hugged my leg, sucking his thumb, which is what he does when he's "sorry" so at first I thought that he had done something wrong. Washing his hands was the worst part, followed closely by actually convincing him that a bandage would make it feel better.
I don't think he's particularly keen on the bandage -- I'm pretty sure he pulled one off this morning (which he proudly reported to have put in the trash).
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