I picked him up, put him on the counter, and got a napkin wet and ready to clean up the mess.
As soon as I placed the napkin on his knee, he hollered, "Wait mom, stop! Don't clean the blood! I have to go show my friends!"
And with that, he hopped off the counter, hobbled out the door, and shuffled his way to the awaiting, admiring crowd.
And then there's William. My sweet hearted, curious, rough and tumble, ultimate boy of all little boys. While wrestling with Sam on the trampoline, he somehow flew right out of the one spot where the net wasn't protecting him....the zipper doorway. He landed face first on the rocks. This was a pretty bad one.
Can't forget Luke. Walking at 10 1/2 months and trying his best to participate in the wrestling and fun. His biggest adventure so far, was facing his fear and finally going in the swing. He loved it, I knew he would! Oh, sweet Luke.
And if I ever wonder where my children get this amazing, adventurous, higher, faster, further trait, I just need to look at this, and there's no question.
I love my boys, even if I will never have fingernails again.