worry...

i've been told, by my often too critical and polar opposite mother, that i need to worry more. i have always taken pride in my laid back demeanor...cool, calm and collected, i'd like to say. however, i'm beginning to think that that part of my personality should go the way of my physique, you know, sidelined for the sake of my chilren.

since april we have been to the emergency room 6 times. 6 times! i have never gone once for myself. henry has gone 4 times, once for pnumonia, twice for farm accidents (below), and once for splitting open his cheek at the babysitters (top, alittle durobond that time!). i always thought, boys will be boys, right? but what if i'm not right?

now, my precious baby girl has had to have the tip of her left pinky sewn back on after getting it slammed into a door. not just any door but a door at my school, in my classroom, under my watch. and 2 trips to 2 different ERs were necessary.

what if i don't worry enough? what if, what i see as cool and calm is really neglectful...i definately have proof supporting that theory. i have always found comfort in knowing that i'm not in charge and that God watches out for all of us and what will happen will happen...but what if i'm suppose to be providing alittle more support towards God's intentions...like taking care of my babies!?! just a thought i'd like to put out there. i'm not looking for sympathy or guidance, this is just insight into the craziness having children places on a person. if you recall, i want my blog to not only document the fun and excitment of my life but also provide my friends with an realistic view of what goes on in my life...and mind. the following is just more evidence against me in the case that child protective services is called. (listen for henry's final input!)