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The Rule of Threes

It's been a rough 24 hours here in the AmericanHousehold. 

It started yesterday when Hope was sitting in the middle of our queen size bed checking out her toes.  I was changing my shirt while looking right at her and in the amount of time it took for me to pull the shirt over my head she managed to fly across the length of the bed and land on the floor.  Just when I thought nothing could break a daddy's heart more than a quick lesson in Gravity 101 from the School of Hard Knocks and the tears that followed, Mom appears.  If Hope could talk she'd have said "Thank God you're here, this monster dropped me on my head!".  That's what her expression said anyway.

After both my girls had forgiven me we went around the corner to my sister-in-law's house.  The boys and I were roughhousing in the backyard like any other night but on this night there was a chain of events that I can't really explain that led to the little one smashing his head on the granite steps and drawing blood.  You really don't want to be explaining to any kid's mom that foreheads bleed a lot more than the injury really constitutes.  Speaking of Hell having no fury -- it's not just a woman scorned, it's a mommy scorned.  From the looks on my sister-in-law's and my wife's faces, you'd have thought I picked him up by his ankles and swung him into a brick wall.  Overall, not a very good evening.

Today AmericanGirl had a doctor appointment for routine pregnancy stuff including a trip to the lab to draw some blood which was uneventful.  On the way out we were talking about where to get breakfast and she just went down.  Nothing alarming -- Just a blood sugar issue that we also dealt with last pregnancy.  She's fine as I'm sure you'll see at some point when she updates her blog and tells you all about how I've been tossing the kids she loves best around on their heads.  There's just this one thing that I don't get.  Coming on twelve years now I've been dealing with every medical issue that you can imagine.  I wish my job was fighting fires all day long but far too much of it is respondiong to one health crisis or another. Given that, you'd think that AmericanGirl might say something like "I'm not feeling so hot." or even "Hey, there's a good chance I'm about to pass out."  Nope.  Maybe she feared I was gonna drop her on her head.

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