a popsicle and rubber gloves

Today was the first fall (with blood) that I have had with makenzie... She is not a stranger to falling. NOT AT ALL. She is exactly like my sister in that regard. My sister fell so many times growing up that when she would fall down the stairs, no one would ask her if she was ok but, she would give a yell saying "don't worry I am ok" its when she didn't yell anything that we knew she might not be fine.


Makenzie is the same way, she fell down the stairs twice today and both times walked into the kitchen to announce that she was ok and not to worry.

Tonight though, I heard the fall and waited for the announcement. No announcement... Fear struck me. She officially hurt herself and there was blood. I'm ok with blood and people I don't know, not with people I do know. I know my niece. So I ran and got the first aid kit. Surprisingly, I knew where it was. Threw on some rubber gloves, for comic relief. It worked. Then called in my little brother to be my "Male Nurse" and hand me things as he called me doctor. Also Comic Relief. Also worked. The last thing I added was an orange Popsicle, not comic relief but worked. What started out as crying and telling me she wasn't ok, turned into rolling over laughing at me in my large rubber gloves, Matt pretending he was a male nurse and the worlds smallest wound covered by the biggest bandage we had on hand. In this case laughter was the best medicine... and maybe the orange Popsicle helped?

*her wound is the size of a dime... I know the bandage was overkill, but it worked.