July 5, 2008

Deep Thoughts

I have a question for you. Yes you, with the face. Uh-huh. That's the one.

Would you rather clean up Vomit, Feces, or Blood?

Now before you get all "grossed out" and such, I'd just like to remind you that all three of these happen on a fairly consistent basis once you have children.

Personally, I'd rather clean up blood than those other two. Next vomit, lastly I'd clean up poop. Part of the reason is smell related. I have a sensitive nose. And blood, well, it just doesn't smell half as bad as those other two.

Besides, I can also keep my cool when dealing with blood. I don't lose it, and get shaky and stuff. I very calmly assess the damage, clean it up the best I can and debate the whole stitches or not thing.

DadGuy, on the other hand, not good with blood. Not good at all. He starts screaming and yelling and scares the kids, which makes them cry which makes them bleed even more. Sigh. It's a vicious cycle like that. So in emergencies, his job is generally to get the gawkers (aka brothers and sisters) away from the scene of the accident.

I mean, I have no problem with blood at all. Remember this? I mean, who in their right mind takes pictures of their child while they're getting their head stapled together? {{raises hand}} That's what I thought.

Oh, here's another good bloody picture for you.

This is Tad. This happened on my birthday, 2005. He tried to climb and get some Easter candy while I was in the shower. Except that he totally fell and broke his head open instead. The doctor's said it was the "best head wound they'd seen in years." Seriously guys. I mean, his head was gaping open, and a little bit of fat was hanging out and you could see his skull.

The best part of this story is that I called DadGuy and told him he needed to come home and watch the baby so I could take Tad to the doctor and he said,

"Honey, don't you think you're being a little dramatic?" - true story

That's when I decided to NOT clean up the blood and let him come home and see just how badly heads can bleed.

He came home and started freaking out.

It was glorious moment you guys.

Anyways. I choose blood. You?