No-No Matthew!

My poor Matthew hears that phase a lot, "No-No!!" He is constantly getting into or doing something that he shouldn't. I don't know if it just curiosity or the desire to be seen as one of the big  boys.  When he was younger (and by younger I mean 6 months ago) it was a deep passion for anything dairy, which he couldn't have because he was lactose intolerant.  We alway knew if he managed to grab a cheese stick or drink some "real" milk. His diapers would give him away...enough said. 

 But two weeks ago...that all changed... Matthew all of sudden was no longer intolerant. This is him enjoying his first ice cream cone! I thought that I might be able to "share" it with him...you know give him a few licks of mine but he had other ideas! He grabbed it and shoved it in! The whole time saying, "Mmmmm....Mmmmmm!" A kid after my own heart!

Shortly after that...it all went down hill. Matthew "fell" when he tried to play with some of the toys that Peter and Andrew were playing.  I could hear him crying and then Peter shout that Matthew was bleeding got me to my feet but I still wasn't any hurry.  It wasn't until I saw all the blood pouring down his face that got into panic mode!  We hurried upstairs and got the bleeding under control and our "Papa" on the way. I don't handle situations like this very well...I am learning but still...I tend to panic and then calm down ten minutes after panicking. It's good for the heart...gets all pumping you know...any ways...Anthony ran him to the doctor while I feed the culprits and took them to school.

I got to the doctor's office just in time to see him glue the skin back together and to receive strict instructions to not let him 1) take off the bandage and 2) not let him bump it again! Uhhh...any one else see the problem with this! He's 18months old and a boy!! Needless to say he had the bandage off by the time we got home and split open his head again when he accidentally got tripped!  Back to the doctors office...he's going to have an impressive scar...sigh!

10 days later another wound appeared when he found out the hard way what the word hot means! Matthew touched our fireplace and got three small blisters (on his thumb and two other fingers) and one the size of a quarter on his palm.  It popped the next day and we started putting lavender oil on it and "attempted" to keep a bandage on it.  A week later and it looks so much better now and is about the size of pencil eraser.

I discovered a new gray hair Friday that had quite the crinkle to it. I justly named it Matthew! I think that Santa needs to bring me a deluxe first aid kit!