LITERALLY:
Clara had a streak of dried blood up her back this morning when I dressed her. Hard to say from what: no visible wounds. Successful mosquito swipe, perhaps?
And Winton face-planted dramatically in the preschool parking lot this morning, making for a colorful entrance: "Hello! Winton's bleeding. Do you have band-aids?" I can see this made his teacher feel much as she did yesterday (I'm fairly sure she was crying behind sunglasses when we saw her on the playground late afternoon).
I washed W's knee liberally, which made him cry so hard he started to shake. And then I sat with him for a couple of minutes. And then I left, which made him cry/shake again.
Sigh.
And FIGURATIVELY:
Clara has decided to protest everything and anything by dint of screaming like a malfunctioning pile-driver ("WAAAAH WAAAAAH" at high pitch for minutes at a time). EG at 1AM when I wouldn't let her sleep in my bed with me. Also at 7AM when her father tried to brush her hair. And at 8.30 AM when I tried to get her ready to go on a dog walk.
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