It's the little things

That add up to make a day

And the days add up to make a year

The years add up to make a lifetime

And little things like skinned knees that force you to stop everything you're doing and attend to it.

We've instituted a "no blood, no bandaid" policy around here since every bump had them demanding bandaids. Bumps get ice packs made of sewing rice or dry beans in to little packets for the freezer.
And today, Kayla runs into me and sees I have a bandaid on my finger and demands to see the blood.

Uh, well.. there wasn't blood, I just burned it. (I'm a very talented chef like that)

I try to re-direct her attention as she demands a bandaid for a bug bite, crys that she can't walk since it hurts "badly" and whines to be carried to go play with Joey...
I finally make a threat to make her help me clean and she scatters.

And not 2 minutes she comes back with a real skinned knee- with blood- a microscopic amount- but blood. Thrilled at the signt of blood she demands a bandaid. Cries that she can't walk, it hurts too badly...

To be consistent with our policy, I clean it up and put a bandaid on it. And then she gleefully goes out to show her siblings her new trophy.

Ahh, the little things.

Much like all the little thngs I find on the floor that add up to a major disaster

And just another day watching the little things here in paradise~~