Owie Owie Owie...Ding!

We tend to follow to the school of parenting that minimalizes things:
Did you bump your head? We'll give it a nice gentle rub and a big kiss.
Is there an owie? Here's a bandaid. Are you sure you need a bandaid? Is it bleeding? Can I just give it a kiss and it will be all better? Okay.

Michael heard a comedian, Alex Cole, do a routine many years ago.
He explained that a magic way to cure any "owie" is to rub it three times and say "owie owie owie DING!" And we still use that wisdom. There's a hand motion to the "ding" part, by the way. It's all in the showmanship.

We're not callous. We dole out kisses and gentle pats and caresses. We hug and we wipe tears.
But we tend not to make a big deal of things.
"Are you bleeding?" is frequently how we start a conversation with children who come downstairs after bedtime shema and kisses.

Today, Solly got a little bump - I don't even remember what he was doing, it wasn't that big of a deal -- and I gave his little kepele (Yiddish for "little head") a little kiss. "It's okay," I said. And he waddled off...

And as I breathed in his baby scent, I realized that leukemia just doesn't work that way.

There's no owie owie owie ding.
It would be much easier if there was...

Sometimes a hat and a visit from Dad seem quite curative, though.

Sickness and Health...

Oy I feel awful.
My throat hurts.
My head hurts.
My body hurts.

I had such plans for this post, I think I'm very close to the end of the 30-day blogging challenge (too tired to make a link, see sidebar for link) and I wanted to write great things.

Some days, you just have to drink orange juice and eat popsicles.

Oof.

Sleep is elusive...this is post #60 for me!

I am so sad that my Sammy is not feeling good. He is running a fever and just cranky. Which means, of course, that he is not sleeping well. Poor baby. And poor mommy and daddy! Not to mention that when he cries at night, it often wakes up Yael...oy! So we have two awake and that means each parent with one. Last night he spent most of the night in our bed, which is fine for me, I can sleep through anything, but harder on Michael, who can't.

Everyone keeps telling me that this stage is so short...and to enjoy them...and I try to....but not on a day like today!

P.S. Did you know yesterday was National Smores Day? I had no idea...yet yesterday, out of nowhere, David and I made smores. Who knew!? He was not happy with the smore I made, by the way, since we cooked our marshmallows over the gas burner on the stove and they got a little blackened. I'm sure that was not the safest way to make smores. I will return to the microwave in the future.