Costco Another Day

Things change in a flash at the Slosberg house. One minute everybody's fine and the next blood is pouring out of Peanut's forehead.

I was going to be adventuresome this afternoon and take both kids out on our first trip to Costco. As I was trying to get Peanut ready, he decided to run away from me, dove over the back of the couch onto the cushions and bounced off into the leg of our coffee table. He's got a pretty bad cut under that Band-Aid. You'll also notice the scrape on his left cheek which he got from school on Monday. Picture me with one hand holding a frozen bag of blueberries over Peanut's cut while he's crying and the other trying to keep the pacifier in Rocky's mouth so she would stop screaming. Blood pressure through the roof. Costco trip postponed.

Twenty minutes later, Rocky's sleeping quietly in her bed and Peanut's watching TV.

Perhaps I should change Peanut's nickname to Zorro or Scarface.

Here we are with our matching bandages (mine is for sympathy).