Injuries

Holy freaking moly, the older my kids get, the more I realize that they are tough little shits, and WAY tougher than any adult I know. I find huge bruises on my toddler that I have zero clue where they came from, most likely from running into a wall. Heck, he can run full force into a wall, whack his head so hard he see stars, and yet gets up and keeps on running like nothing even happened.

Seriously, if I hit my head I'm sitting there like, "holy freaking shit that hurt, I need to lay down I'm getting a headache."

But nope, these little warriors are fearless. My oldest is only 2.5 years old and on his 5th bloody nose. 2 bloody noses I don't even know what he did, he just walked up to me completely  happy and unaware that there is blood pouring from his nose. Who does that?!? What kind of nonsense drug is running through their unbreakable vascular system to make them so damn immune to pain.

Once you have kids, you realize that adults are absolute pansies compared to kids. Absolute pansies.

Shit that I would be in the ER for, they just walk around flaunting like little, tiny war heros.

"That scar right there? Oh, I just got that while riding my tricycle through a forest of blood hungry wolves while fighting off THREE grizzly bears at one time. No big deal."

Seriously, it kind of scares me how well they handle pain. When your kid laughs while blood is pooling out of their mouth... you just get taken back. Are they practicing pain management so they can take over all the pansy adults, and rule the world as fearless tiny humans? It wouldn't suprise me.

You see, I USED to call the doctor freaking out about little injuries. I used to worry that my kids brain would be forever changed by the fact he just whacked it full force on the concrete. But he's ridiculously smart, so I guess he can afford to lose a few brain cells.

There's no point in over protecting them, they will somehow get hurt one way or another.

(And honestly, can we all just admit we have accidentally hit our kids heads on door frames or door handles when holding them as infants? Anyone?)

One day these tiny warriors will take over, if they haven't secretly taken over already. But until then I'll just continue to find strange new cuts, bruises, bumps, and bleeding noses, and let him keep on truckin through the daily motions of life seemingly unphased.