Bloody Tissues and Christmas Cards

That's what was in my hands when we left church today. After church, there was a pancake brunch. Pancakes, sausage, applesauce, syrup, butter, lemonade, iced tea... all the good stuff. And after eating, all the kids want to run around and play. Zach had climbed up on a step. And turned around and started walking, forgetting he was on a step. So he falls from the step and, as he seems consistently prone to do, he lands on his face. In the past few weeks, he has done the face plant and busted his lower lip... and again last week he busted his upper lip. This time... the nose. I scooped him up and held him to my shoulder. I pulled him back to check him and he looked fine. A minute later... the nosebleed. All over my shirt, down his face, on his hand. I rush to the bathroom and start getting him cleaned up. Thankfully there isn't too much blood and the bleeding is very slow and ends quickly. As we are getting coats on to head home, I decide to grab our Christmas cards to take with us. Our church has a set up so you can easily give cards to others in the church without mailing them. And I was wiped out. Something about injuries and blood just takes it out of a mom. We get to the car and I look down at my hands. Bloody tissues. Christmas cards. And I knew it would make a great blog title!