WHAT'S THE OTHER GUY LOOK LIKE?

Yesterday morning Jonah was playing with an old keyboard (one of his favourite toys), and he tripped over the chord. He landed on the corner of a dining room chair and gave himself one heck of a shiner. It made me realize how different my parenting styles are becoming from my first to my third child. The first time Jason fell off the bed (which didn't even result in any injury) Chris and I had a huge fight over whose fault it was. We acted like it was the end of the world. Now Jonah looks like we beat him, and I hardly even noticed. I thought I would take him to the bathtub to distract him, because he was crying so hard, and it wasn't even until I saw him in the mirror that I saw the damage. Poor guy. He's by far the toughest of our kids, and we seem to raise 'em tough.