Soccer Mom and Dramatic Boo-Boo

Soccer Mom

If you have read previous posts in my blog, you know that we need a new car for a growing family. After many discussions, and a long heart to heart with myself, I decided a mini van was the way to go. But, I told Jeremy that if I were to get a minivan - I wanted one that would make me happy. So, I asked for a 2008 Grey Honda Odyssey with leather and a DVD player that had under 50K miles on it. So, we found one and he went and got it.

I still don't like the idea that I drive a minivan, but am already falling in love with the practicality of the vehicle. I love that Brooke has her own little seat and sits up higher so she can see out of it, and that she feels like she is on top of the world when she's riding in it. She can climb in and out of it herself, which I know that she likes as well.

We got in the car yesterday and she said "Are we taking the new car, Mommy?". I told her that we were. She then stated "We are not taking the red car". I told her no. Then she said "Did Daddy buy this car for you, Mommy?". I laughed and told her that he did. She asked me if I like my new car and I told her that I didn't like it very much, so she then said "You like driving the red car better". I told her that I did. I laughed at that little conversation we had. I thought it was very cute.

So, after driving my van for two whole days, I can see how I will eventually love it. Once I get over the idea that I drive a minivan.

Dramatic Boo-Boo

Before bedtime tonight, Brooke and I went out and visited with the neighbors. She was in one driveway playing with all the kiddos, and I was in the driveway next door talking with the adults. She would sit and play with the kids for about five minutes and then come over to me just to say hi or something else silly, and then would go back and play with the girls. I think she just wanted to make sure I was still there. It was very adorable!

On her fourth trip running next door, I saw her take a fall. I ran over to her and picked her up. She was crying, crocodile tears included. I asked her where she hurt, and she said "right here" pointing to her knee. It was all skinned up, as I figured it would be. I asked her if she wanted to go home and get it cleaned up, and I was really surprised when she said yes. I thought that she would have wanted to play a little more.

So, we went home, and I cleaned it out with a wet washcloth. Per her request, I put some "medicine" AKA neosporin on it, and then a band-aid on each knee. She got up, and then started to walk into her room to put on her pajamas. She was walking like an 80 year old woman who just had a double knee replacement. It was very pathetic looking! Then, her band-aid started to come off, and she told me that "It hurt, it hurt" and requested that the band-aids be taken off. So, I took them off. She talked to her Daddy before bed and she started crying all over again because she was telling him about how she was running and then she fell and get some boo-boos.

Through this whole event, I tried to hold back the laughter as the little girl was hurting from a slight fall. She was being very dramatic about the whole thing, and I didn't want to make it a big deal, but I also wanted her to know that I was there for her.