Life is tough when your 4.

Orion has had a rough couple of days. Yesterday morning, I took him (and William) to get a flu shot. I went first so that he could see that it wasn't too bad. When the nurse pulled the needle out his face got white and he turned his head away, afraid to watch. When it was his turn he hopped up on the table. The nurse had him lay down, and then had me lay over the top of him so that he had to hold still. She started washing his leg with the alcohol pad, and that is when the screaming started. "OUCH IT HURTS IT HURTS" I replied with "Orion, get a grip, she is just washing your leg." Then she stuck the needle in. I her a big "OW!!!" followed by a "well, that wasn't so bad."

Later, that day he took his balloon outside to play with it. The strong wind promptly blew it away. He cried and cried and cried. " Why won't the wind bring it back. Can't we say a prayer so that Heavenly Father can make the wind bring it back? Can Little Einsteins get in their rocket ship and go get it and bring it back. It just makes me so sad that it is gone and I can't ever play with it again." On and on and on.

Today, we went to McDonalds for lunch. (Right after a play date I might add.) While playing on the outside of the equipment, Orion fell about 10 feet onto the cement floor, on the INSIDE of the netting that you aren't supposed to be able to get into. (Don't ask me how he got in there. None of us could figure it out.) He got a bloody lip and a huge goose egg on the back of his head. After convincing the manager that we didn't need an ambulance, I got to fill out an incident report. Before I was done filling out the paper work, Orion was back inside the play area playing hard. He is totally fine. I just have to convince him of that. I have asked him to do a couple of things this afternoon (like pick up that cracker you dropped or put your plate in the sink), and he replies with "I cant because my head is broken." I make him do it anyway.

Yep, life is hard for a 4 year old.