We've had two surprising mornings in the Weaver household this week. Yesterday as I was getting ready, I noticed Brody standing in the doorway to his room. He saw me and pointed to his bed, not saying anything. As I got closer I see that half of his face is covered in blood from his forehead to his chin and as I enter his room, I see that there is a puddle of blood on his bed. Thankfully it was immediately evident that the source was his nose so I didn't have a heart attack at the sight. He was bewildered but liked seeing the blood come off his face and onto the washcloth.
This morning I went in to get Logan and I found him standing in his crib, his footed pajamas unzipped to his ankle, his diaper undone, full of poop, and hanging off. His facial expression as I walked in was very neutral. He wasn't celebrating his achievement but he wasn't apologetic either. I think he was waiting to see how I reacted to determine if he was in trouble. I'm proud to say that I kept calm both mornings but they've probably taken a year off my life. What joys will I wake up to tomorrow?
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