Calliou, for those that don't know, is a children's cartoon about a bald Canadian 4-year-old who whines a whole lot. He has a mom who wears mom jeans, a tremendously dorky dad, and a bratty little
sister named Rosie. In this case, life is like the episode where
Caillou goes to the strawberry patch with Clementine's family. If you're
not lucky enough to have seen this episode, I won't ruin the suspense.
We spent a thrilling day at Ikea, and while there the girls got their faces painted:
When we finally got home, J and I flopped on the couch in exhaustion and tried to pretend the previous 6 hours hadn't happened. From upstairs where the girls were playing, we heard water running. This is never good.
We called up to see what they were doing but got no answer. And then we heard the scream. We both ran upstairs to find Big A wearing only underwear, with bright red drops of blood running down her chest and streaming out of her nose. Trying not to panic, I laid her down on my lap and began to wipe up the blood while at the same time trying to figure out what had happened from a sobbing Big A. I was internally panicking at the sight of so much blood, but trying to remain calm. (This seems like a fine time to insert the story about when I was little and my big sister clocked me in the nose with a baseball. I ran inside with a bloody nose and my mom promptly ran outside to get the neighbor who was luckily a nurse.)
Unfortunately, none of my neighbors are nurses so I didn't have that option. As I mopped up Big A and mentally prepared for a hospital visit, J went to investigate to try to figure out what could have caused the accident. Big A kept insisting that she had not bumped her nose and said she was just washing off her face paint and started bleeding. Suddenly J called out from our bathroom, "That isn't blood, that's face paint."
Big A immediately stopped crying and we all started laughing. The big drops of red "blood" suddenly turned benign and we cleaned up quickly - crisis averted.
And just so I don't leave you hanging if you haven't been so lucky as to see that Caillou episode, Caillou falls on the strawberry patch and gets a bloody knee. Or so everyone thinks -- turns out it was just a smushed strawberry. Haha. I just love when life imitates "art."
Stay tuned for the "big girl room" reveal!
We spent a thrilling day at Ikea, and while there the girls got their faces painted:
Exhibit A
When we finally got home, J and I flopped on the couch in exhaustion and tried to pretend the previous 6 hours hadn't happened. From upstairs where the girls were playing, we heard water running. This is never good.
We called up to see what they were doing but got no answer. And then we heard the scream. We both ran upstairs to find Big A wearing only underwear, with bright red drops of blood running down her chest and streaming out of her nose. Trying not to panic, I laid her down on my lap and began to wipe up the blood while at the same time trying to figure out what had happened from a sobbing Big A. I was internally panicking at the sight of so much blood, but trying to remain calm. (This seems like a fine time to insert the story about when I was little and my big sister clocked me in the nose with a baseball. I ran inside with a bloody nose and my mom promptly ran outside to get the neighbor who was luckily a nurse.)
Unfortunately, none of my neighbors are nurses so I didn't have that option. As I mopped up Big A and mentally prepared for a hospital visit, J went to investigate to try to figure out what could have caused the accident. Big A kept insisting that she had not bumped her nose and said she was just washing off her face paint and started bleeding. Suddenly J called out from our bathroom, "That isn't blood, that's face paint."
Big A immediately stopped crying and we all started laughing. The big drops of red "blood" suddenly turned benign and we cleaned up quickly - crisis averted.
And just so I don't leave you hanging if you haven't been so lucky as to see that Caillou episode, Caillou falls on the strawberry patch and gets a bloody knee. Or so everyone thinks -- turns out it was just a smushed strawberry. Haha. I just love when life imitates "art."
Stay tuned for the "big girl room" reveal!