Drama Queen

Not the bippie butt dance.
I tried to capture the dance I described in the previous entry but of course, as soon as the camera was rolling it became show-off time. As much of a mess this video is, I like it as it pretty much captures what life is like in our house.

In other news, Soen went to the doctor yesterday and got four shots. When he was younger he didn't know what was coming, and so the shots weren't quite so awful. Now, however, he knows what's coming, so he gets all worked up ahead of time. This is understandable, of course, but we were a little apprehensive about the visit. But Wife prepared him and he took it like a champ. He still cried, of course. Actually, he did the silent scream. Afterwards he told Mommy that he didn't mean to cry. He only cried because it hurt.

That story stands in stark contrast to his behavior regarding the boo-boo he recently got on his knee. He got it running down the block and falling, while on a walk with wife and Sadie. He screamed bloody murder until one of the neighbors ran and got him a band-aid. Then he limped home like he had a thigh full of shrapnel. This was Sunday. He's still limping. Not only that but he walks around holding his pants away from his knee. All day long. We're not talking about a serious wound. It's a scraped knee. But for every activity he has to take into account how this will affect his boo-boo. He's on his sixth or seventh band-aid. He keeps saying it's getting better, but refuses to stop babying it.

The other day I called him a drama queen. He said, "You're a drama queen." While I disagreed with his premise, I did think it was a good counter-attack.