Another Week, and Some More Stories.

Eating my words, that is exactly what I am currently doing. The BB has decided its time, he tells the world, he is not what I represent him to be. The last week at the playgroup, he finds two plastic dolls, and goes all ga-ga about them. Kissing them, hugging them and being all excited. I was sitting with this other mother, who has two school going daughters, and a little toddler, and had once discussed with her, how boys and girls have different temperaments, from the time they are kids. I had mentioned, how the BB never took to the stuffed toys, we had brought for him ever. And here he was hugging the dolls, like they were his most favourite objects of play in the whole wide world. What can I say, kids are born to do just that aren't they?

In other news, I managed to hurt the BB really bad, when I slipped, with him in my arms, and that caused him to bang the back of his head on the door edge behind. I am cringing in my sleep, each time I remember the incident. There was a rainbow in the sky on Friday evening, and I ran towards the backyard, carrying the BB to show it to him, there was some rainwater near the door, I slipped, and fell, and the BB got hurt worse than me. I don't know, how and why this happens. I am supposed to protect him as a mother, and I end up getting him hurt more than he would if he were not with me. makes me feel really disgusted with myself. Really do. He is even sporting a bruise on his ear, and though I don't think it happened from that particular fall, it looks scary, seeing the clot in the ear.