I can't quite put my finger on when it started, but at some point this summer L started accessorizing herself with band aids daily. I've mentioned this before, but it's just become such a staple part of our day that I wanted to record this sweet memory (especially before we have spent hundreds of dollars on princess band-aids and I begin to lose my sense of humor about the whole thing!)
It started small, just the occasional band-aid on the bumped knee. Can you spot the simple days?
One boo boo turned into two...
Two boo boo's turned into seven...
And, well, it seems it was all down hill from there. Matt and I go back and forth on whether or not this is a healthy habit. Like anything else that a parent would find wasteful or highly unnecessary, I think our first instinct was to devise a plan to break the 'band aid habit.'
Lately though I have shifted my thinking on the issue. The other day my mom made a comment about how she's happy to indulge the $2.50 habit when L is at her house because, "Before long, the band-aid days will be gone."
Isn't that the truth? To think that L's band-aid days are numbered really puts things in perspective. She is already 2 and 1/2 years old. The time is flying by. Staring down the tunnel of our last pregnancy really makes me think about how all of our 'band-aid days' are numbered in this household. I can't quite go on looking at every childhood whim she has this way, that I know wouldn't be healthy for any of us as it would probably just result in making me a puddle of tears. That's reality though, isn't it? Before long L, and then Abbott too, will grow out of these silly habits and we'll probably wish it was that easy, to just pull out our hidden band-aid stash to make them smile.
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