Baby Bumps & Bruises, Oh My!

Ya know, as of late, I have found myself not wanting to take the kids on outings. It's not because of their behaviour, either.

The last few outings we have been on have gone actually pretty swimmingly, believe it or not. I just really worry about what people will think of the way they look.

Lately, I have been noticing that my babies are turning black and blue! I seriously hope that this is just a phase that my children are going through, but I am starting to really wonder.

It's not that they are dirty, it's that they are constantly finding ways to basically beat each other up. They are subtle about it, too.

Vivie will be sitting in my lap having a few bites of her dinner while Kian stands at my knee, waiting his turn very patiently, innocently at that!

All of the sudden, this tiny little foot will gravitate towards his face- not just a small tap on the cheek, either. She just plants her tiny, dainty yet very dangerous foot in the center of his face and pushes.

She really doesn't even have to push, either. He will usually see it coming from a mile away and move his head to counter the oncoming foot.

All of this countering makes him forget about the close proximity of the corner of the table that is precariously located right at eye level.

It's really hard to balance trying not to stab your daughter with the fork you are trying to feed her with while attempting to maneuver her flailing foot away from her siblings face!

Letting her slide to the floor during all of the gymnastics is something else I have to try and avoid! Meanwhile, Kai is usually plotting his way into the fray as well.

Vivie will usually tries to slide down during all of this, knowing that Kian will eventually just sit down and start crying and that she can land on him if she aims carefully enough!

Then there are the demon horns...No, Vivie really isn't growing a set, but her equally spaced bruises on her forward rather give the appearance that she is cultivating a nice set.

She managed to get these from trying to play with her busy box while standing up. Trying to dial the dial to make the farmer pop up/open with one's footed pajama-covered toe isn't an easy task when one is sitting down, much less when one is standing up and very tired!

That tired part is how she managed to actually trip over the busy box while trying to dial that dial, bumping her head on the edge of it to get a rather large rounded bulbous bruise on her forehead.

Not to worry, though. She wouldn't be sporting a lop-sided bruise for very long! Nope, her brother Kai thought that she needed a matching one, so he greeted her at the dinner table for their next meal by bopping her upside the head with his full sippy cup of milk.

Now she sports matching large bruises, one over each eye on her forehead. They join the tiny semi-circle of dotted bruises that line her temple from her getting shoved into the toy-box and the boys putting their toys up on top of her!

Then there is the tiny matter of dental imprints. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE has their siblings dental imprints on some part of their body(and sometimes their own imprints if your name is Kai and you have a habit of trying to bite your brother's hand as he places it on your shoulder to yank you backwards out of the dinner line and you miss biting his hand and bite your own forearm instead.)

There are dental imprints in places where dental imprints shouldn't be. I mean, usually you see em on the arms of kids and all, but my tiny trio o terror are sporting them on their calves, and fingers, and even on their shoulder blades (ouch!)

Kian and Kai both have shiner's right now, too. Kian learned to walk in circles really fast and make himself dizzy, which he finds really fun.

Unfortunately, he has learned that he shouldn't spin in circles near the fireplace while he is sleepy. He managed to fall into the brick hearth.

He caught himself, but not before he hit his head on the corner and gave himself a little strawberry and a nice black eye.

Not to be outdone, Kaiden mysteriously came up with this cut that runs across one cheek and a nice deep purple shiner over one of his eyes too, making him look rather like a pirate. Maybe they are just getting a head start on Halloween, who knows!

I know that babies will be babies, and that they are just accident prone by toddling nature. I just cannot figure out how my babies manage to keep themselves covered in bruises!

It seems that I am always comforting somebody while another baby is busy doing something to get themselves a new bruise.

I always worry just before we have a doctor's appointment that someone will think that I am a horrible parent because my kids are all black and blue. I can just see some well-meaning parent thinking that those are my dental imprints...

I would hope that they realize that I have more teeth than that, but one can never tell! Hopefully they understand that kids will be kids...

I wonder if there is a support group for me out there...I can just see it now...Hello, my name is Mimi and I gave birth to the Three Stooges reincarnate!

I suppose I should be glad that they don't know about band-aids yet. I can just imagine what my life is going to be like in a few years when they discover the wonderful world of band aids!

I will have little mummy-children running around plastered in all sorts of different band-aids with batman and Scooby-doo and Looney-toon characters on them!

They come in all sorts of shapes and neon colors too. From the looks and actions of my children, I should start stocking up now!