One boy, one nose, one ROCK?!?!?!

As anyone with small children knows you can never be too surprised by the things they do. When I was pregnant with Peyton people would tell me stories about when I was a child and how wild and crazy I was. Fear set in knowing full well that any child of mine was going to be, well, wild and crazy. Turns out, she's not so bad. :) She and I have always had a wonderful bond and she's been like my little buddy since day one. She is a challenge in her own right but nothing like I feared she would be.

THEN CAME MAX!!!!!!!!!!!! He's been nothing short of a surprise since the day I found out he was in my belly. We wouldn't trade him for the world but he is so much harder than Peyton. He's harder in that he is ALL BOY ALL THE TIME!!!! It never stops. Ever. My cousin Kimberly has a little boy that is Peyton's age, Bryson. Bryson is an excellent kid, however, he is all boy. Kimberly "cursed" me with one just like him when I was pregnant with Max. I honestly though she had to be crazy. Really, Kimberly is it that hard? YES! So my apologies to Kimberly and Jeff for under estimating the boy! :) Max, is rougher, braver, and more stubborn than I ever imagined a small child could be. He falls down the stairs at least once a week despite my best efforts to keep it from happening. He is constantly smashing fingers in doors, drawers and anything else he can pry open with his little hands. Everyday when I pick him up from school his teachers always laugh at how "rough and tumble" he is. Tuesday was no exception.

When we got home it was business as usual. Dinner, baths, playing and then ready for bed. Except that it wasn't. We did dinner and baths but when I was dressing Max for bed I noticed that his nose needed to be sucked out. One nostril, no biggie, 2nd nostril, MAX WHAT THE HECK IS IN YOUR NOSE? "I no know". Little Dude had a rock stuck up his nose! Yep, a real plucked from the playground little rock. Being that I am calm and level headed in all situations I didn't panic at all. Yeah right! I was flipping out. Jerome went to get the tweezers and a flashlight so we could do our own extraction. That didn't work. I called my parents, my girlfriend up the street, a friend that is a firefighter, and THEN the pediatrician. Yes, really in that order. I took him to urgent care and had my parents meet me in case it got ugly(Jerome stayed home with Peyton). Good thing, it took, me, my dad, and a nurse to hold him down so the doctor could get it out. Thankfully Jerome and I hadn't done any damage and pushed it up anymore than it was so it was easily removed with the correct tool. Max came out totally unscathed and happy as a clam. We saved the rock and it is labeled and in his baby box. Now when I drop him off at school I have to tell him not to stick anything up his nose. BOYS!!!!