Boo-boos

In addition to having completely opposite personalities, the kids have opposite reactions to boo-boos.  Jessie can go bouncing down a flight of stairs without any significant trauma, but Sam gets a scratch and it’s a major crisis.

Sam tends to blame Jessie for every little thing, regardless of whether Jessie is even near her or not.  Just a few minutes ago, Sam was eating lunch and bit her cheek (or her tongue…she’s not too specific with her boo-boos) and blamed Jess.

The other day they were playing around with the door that is between the entryway and the rest of the house.  It has a lace curtain and Jess was hiding behind it, Sam was peeking around the side and they were giggling.  Suddenly Sam pused the door.  There was no giggling.  I ran over, opened the door, and there was Jess behind it, with the biggest surprised look on her face. Two seconds later she was wailing.  I checked her over and discovered that one of her big toenails got bent backwards.  Messy.  Sam just continued on with her playing, oblivious to Jessie’s screaming.  Neither one of them ever considered it might have been Sam’s fault and I certainly wasn’t going to point that out to them.

We’re still trying to wean them off the binkies.  We were making progress until this weekend. It’s a long holiday weekend and daycare was closed on the 3rd and I had off. Matt worked.  The kids screamed. I refused to give in and give them their binkies.  Yesterday was the holiday.  Matt watched the kids while I did yard work. The kids screamed. Again, we were strong and didn’t give them binkies.  Today Matt has to work again. I was planning to be tough.  After we got home from the grocery store, Jess wanted her binky. We were strong. We held out. Jessie sat in another room screaming.

Then I changed her diaper. While she was on the changing table hollering, I got a look inside her mouth. A big molar coming in.  No orajel in the house and Matt was almost ready to leave for work.  It was almost naptime.  They got their binkies and we’ll get some orajel after they wake up.  Poor kid.  Three days of getting in a big old molar and we make her suck it up.

Sam is quite the little goodie-two-shoes adult in the pair.  After lunch this afternoon, after she had just finished crying about biting her tongue/cheek (Jessie’s fault, of course), Jessie, tired after so much screaming earlier this morning, laid down on the kitchen rug and assumed the nap position. Sam ran over to sit next to her, rubbing her back. Every time Jess’s head popped up to look around, Sam would push it back down to the ground and rub her back.  Something tells me that’s what the daycare workers do to get the reluctant nappers to sleep.  Sam was pretty persistant about it, so I just took them upstairs for their naps.

By the way, Mom, the pair of Plutos are a big hit. They cart them off to bed and naptime now with Tigger and Eeore.