Will keeps us in stitches

Will cut his thumb today while (unbeknownst to me) using a "condiment spreader" to cut boxes from our move. He's such a big help around the house and thought he was making life easier for us. I was upstairs with Olivia and his ear-piercing scream sent me flying down the stairs a few at a time. There was blood EVERYWHERE. I took him to the bathroom sink to rinse his hand and try to find out where the blood was coming from and then I wrapped his thumb in paper towels to stop the bleeding while I tried to reach Phil. Will, who is not-so-tough when he gets really hurt and tends to have a flair for the dramatic (huh- wonder who he gets that from?) sat wailing on the floor:

"I've just KILLED myself! I'm broken!"

Later that night at the ER, while the doctor was giving him 2 stitches, Will yelled at the top of his lungs:

"GET ME OUT OF HERE!" Over and over.

He's such a grown up little 4 year old.

Oh - and he calls his stitches "Spikies"

Update 1: At first Will was terrified of his "spikies" or stitches. He wanted them under contanstant band-aid cover and would freak out when the band-aid invariably came off. After several days of this I said, "Will. You do not need to be scared of your stitches. They are your friends. They are helping your thumb to heal and keeping it from bleeding. I think you need to tell them Thank you."
"They are my friends?"
"Yes."
"And they are keeping my finger from bleeding?"
"Yes."
"Thank you Spikies for making my finger better."

That was the last time he was scared of his stitches - but he did thank them several more times before getting them taken out.

Update 2: Will ended up developing "cellulitis" a bacterial infection of the skin - but after a round of antibiotics is doing great. He got his stitches out (with only a tiny bit of fussing) and is now proud to show off his healed thumb.

The Best Secret Ever

Olivia ran into my room, climbed up on my bed and informed me she had a secret for me. She grabbed my face with her cute, little hands and turned it so she could whisper in my ear: "I love you!"

I heard that

Today as we were leaving to take Will to school, Olivia threw her shoes down the stairs (rather than taking them like I had asked her to).
"Olivia - we don't throw our shoes down the stairs. Go get them and put them on so we can take Will to school"
Will (whispering): Throw my shoes down.
"Will, don't tell your sister to do something I just told her not to do!"
"Mom! How did you hear that? I said it in super quiet voice!"
"Because Will, I can hear everything you say - and I know everything you do too - so don't try and pull anything over on me."

Let's just hope that will leave a lasting impression.

Papa can you hear me?

After his nap I found Will looking out the window at the driveway.

"What are you doing Buddy?"
"I'm watching for Daddy. Because I miss him when he's at work all the time - so I'm watching to see if he's coming home yet."
He paused a few seconds.
(Sad) "No. He's not coming home yet."

50/50 Love

Olivia got some chocolate on her shirt & I didn't have time to change her clothes before leaving to pick up Will from preschool at Country Day. As we were driving I noticed she was very upset.

"What's wrong?"
"I'm sad about my shirt."
"Oh, don't worry sweetheart. I'll get the chocolate out when we get home."
"But I just want DaddyI love Daddy!"
"I know you do. Do you love Mommy?"
"I love Daddy."
"What about me?"
"How about Will can love you and I can love Daddy."

Second Class Mommy

Will has decided that in addition to being a Doctor (Neurosurgeon) when he grows up, he would also like to be an airplane Pilot.

He told us: There are 2 seats so Daddy you can sit in the front with me. Mommy, you and Olivia can sit in the back. I asked if by the back he meant First Class (surely if my son is the pilot he can swing First Class for his mother!) He replied - NO! the back of the plane!

Update: He was talking about this again today and again told me that I would be sitting in the back. I tried once more, Can I sit in First Class? Please? He said, Yeah. Well - how about Second Class.

Dang.

BFF

Olivia crawled into bed with me this morning, put her hand on my face & said:

Mommy you're my BEST friend!


Update: She continues to say this to me frequently and now says: You're my best friend EVER!

Now if I could just bottle those feelings and give her a nice big dose when she's a teenager!