2011, so far

well, we ate our cabbage and black-eyed peas on new years, but apparently this year they did not do the trick. monday morning, back to school. the boys get up, get dressed. surprisingly smooth morning. we even have time to brush teeth, something we've been known to forego in order to get on the bus in time (only once or twice). so, i tell the boys to run upstairs and brush while i get backpacks set to go.

few seconds later, i hear crying. nothing unusual. but then i hear, "MOM, wyatt has blood coming out of his head." not the words you really want to hear. ever. so i run upstairs and, indeed, blood is coming out of wyatt's forehead. in fact, there is a small hole there, deep enough to see some really disgusting stuff.

quick trip to the hospital. a little tube of glue and $100 later (so far, thanks to STUPID blue cross insurance and their surprise bills that come two months later),  he's pretty much as good as new, just a little uglier.

so this morning, i say, "wyatt, do we dare brush our teeth before school today? if so, here are the rules: no running, pushing, tripping, falling, or trips to the hospital, OK?" he agrees, goes upstairs, returns and, with a very proud smile, says, "i did it mom." and puts up a hand to high five.