Lately, I've felt the need to look at sweet pictures of Hail. They are being used as a reminder that deep down, Hail is a sweet and loving child. I need this reminder so that Child Protective Services would not be a service needed in my home.....
...and not for the child pictured, but for Hell, errr, I mean, Hail.
These pictures do not do that poor baby justice.
Hail "accident-awee" kicked a ceramic bowl that was in the floor. The ceramic bowl that was less than six feet from Flash Flood's head, on the floor getting a stinky diaper changed.
The bowl landed on Flash Flood's face, and broke immediately. I called Bert, using a demonic sounding voice, normally reserved for labor, and informed him of Hail's behavior. Bert understood immediately, if he ever wanted to see his third son again, he had better rush home to save him. Hail was sent to his room, to await his Father's beatin', and avoid my wrath. Bert held a "prayer meeting", which was quickly followed by a come to Jesus moment, as most of The Storm "prayer meetings" usually do.
Sobbing, Hail apologized to me and then to Flash Flood, who had already forgotten all about his nasty boo-boo. What a tough nut. Guess he has to be. Her Highness cried more than he did. When she saw all the blood that was pouring from his sweet head, she immediately burst into tears and squealed, "If he has to get stitches, I will have to go outside! I just can't stand to hear him cry like that!!! Waaaaaahhhhh!" Stifling a belly laugh, I informed Her Highness that facial wounds bleed like crazy, but don't always have a need for stitches. Fortunately, I was right, and the cut has almost healed completely.
Between the scare of nearly killing his baby brother and the prayer meeting, Hail realized throwing and kicking toys/books/dishes/rocks/etc was not the way to go. I'm happy to report, there have been no other incidents... well, this week anyway.