Milk'n it for all it's worth or until daddy's done

While on a little vacation in D.C with some friends, Blake scrapes his knee. Now this was the FIRST time he has drawn blood. So this whole experience was something new to Blake. Well, you would have thought it was the end of the world! After it happened he gave me very stricked orders. He wanted me to carry him like a baby cradled in my arms into the hotel room, when we got there he needed me to lay him down on the bed, get him a towel to lay accross him and then feed him his dinner without him having to sit up or even move at all. He adventually fell asleep like this on the bed.



The next morning as we were getting ready to go out for the day Blake would not walk. He had his leg bent as if he had broken it - limping. He cried to ONLY sit in the stroller around town (which was fine with me) and would not walk. Well Mike was not having it - he would not cater to his "needs" I, on the other hand, thought it was pretty funny and just let him sit in the stroller while the other kids got to run around (I felt that was punishment enough) and eventually by the end of the day, Blake was up and out of the stroller running around with the others.

Now that was the first time Blake drew blood; but he has had many bumps, bruises and bLooD bLiSTers. Here is a picture with all three in one hit.
This was a really bad one actually. I am a bit embarrased in showning the world this picture of Blake (It exposes my great skills as a mother).



There's nothing a little ice cream can't fix.