Project 366: Days 64-70
"Joy is what happens to us when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are." -Marianne Williamson
69.366 You often run over to your sister and name her body parts, "eyes, hair, nose, mouth," then a giggle as you say "diaper" (even though you still wear one). My favorite is the one you save for last. You squeeze her tiny hand, often too tight, and say in the cutest, tender voice, "paws." I correct you and tell you they're called hands, but you just smirk and repeat, "paws."
70.366 We were playing in your room when I noticed your finger was bleeding, and it wouldn't stop. So I ran you and your sister downstairs, somehow managing to control the spread of blood to just your thumb. We used at least 6 band-aids trying to clean you up, but you just kept squeezing your thumb into your palm so it would bleed even more. I wrapped a wet washcloth around it, and you would have thought your hand had fallen off. You were distraught, not that you were bleeding or that it hurt, but that I was trying to clean it up. At last, we managed to stop the bleeding and wrap a Strawberry Shortcake bandage on it, which I convinced you was a sticker.
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