This blog is just about my life and mostly revolves around my son, Jamie. This blog is a combination of everything, whether it may be a new recipe I tried, a good freebie I found, something funny Jamie said, or feelings I'm having about life in general. There's little rhyme or reason. I'll never win any blogging awards, but I enjoy writing about our lives and I mostly do it for my son. It's so easy to forget moments over the years. I've got all these little tidbits of our life in print and I hope that someday Jamie can enjoy them.

I called this blog Mother of Life, Mother of Loss because of my issues with pregnancy loss and the joy of finally bringing this wonderful person into the world. Truly, I feel the pains of loss, but you won't see too much of that here. I am blessed and I am, above all else, a mother of life.

After all the years of infertility and loss, Matthew and I were blessed with a surprise pregnancy. We were pregnant with twins, but unfortunately, Baby A could not stay with us. Baby B grew into a healthy and happy baby girl that we named Bella Marie. We are so blessed to have two beautiful children.

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Exhibit A in My Prosecution of Rough Housing

I hate rough housing. It makes me extremely nervous. I've been told on several occasions that I'm going to turn my son into a wuss.

There is a very good reason that rough housing makes me nervous, though. People get hurt for real. My mother used to rough house with me. It was a painful and humiliating experience. It's one reason why it's so bothersome to me to this day. She would literally torture me until I peed my pants. Now most people don't take things as far as my mother did, but it still goes too far, too often.

Today is a case in point. Jamie and Dynisha were playing in the living room. The exact details of what happened are still vague. Jamie says Dynisha kicked him and Dynisha says that he fell into her leg while they were wrestling. Doesn't matter. It comes down to rough housing gone wrong. Jamie ended up with a nose bleed. Blood dripped on the floor and on the cat, not to mention his body. The picture is of him after being cleaned up and initially thinking that we had managed to stop the bleeding. Now the little fellow is running around with a piece of tissue in his nostril. So I submit this picture as exhibit A toward my prosecution of rough housing. Most exhibits are in emergency situations where pictures can not be taken. Dynisha thought I was nuts for taking this one. Jamie was no longer in pain or crying and the blood wasn't running everywhere any longer. He was just distraught about the blood and actually posed for the picture, wanting his bloody hand to be seen.

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