There are days when I wish I could rewind and redo events. This morning Juliana was trying to get to the blocks in the corner and she fell. Normally when she falls she never cries. Never. She fell down the steps because the gate wasn't shut (don't even get me started on who forgot to shut that gate) and she didn't cry. This time she cried. I picked her up and she laid her head on my shoulder and stopped crying, so I thought she was fine. I put her down and started herding everyone to the door to get on our coats. I looked at Juliana and there was a blood running down her head, face, and onto her shirt. I remained surprisingly calm and ran her up to the bathroom so that I could clean her head and figure out where the blood was coming from. She sat on the sink and let me wash the side of her head with soap and water, clean it with some peroxide and put neosporin on it.
Then came time for the band-aid. We have 3 types of band-aids: princess, shrek, and toy story. Juliana picked the princess box. When I opened the box, it was empty, which is odd, because the box is pretty new. Then I remembered that Noah likes to carry around boxes of band-aids and "distribute" them around the house. That's when I yelled at Noah for hiding the band-aids around the house while his sister is bleeding from the head. I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. Noah's face instantly crumbled and he began to cry and tell Juliana how sorry he was that she couldn't have a princess band-aid. I put a Shrek band-aid on Juliana's head, changed her clothes and put her down. She immediately ran off looking for some more mischief to get into (I found her trying to climb up Noah's bookshelf trying to get a stuffed animal).
I took her clothing to the laundry room to soak them before the blood dried, and passed by Noah's room. Noah was sitting in his room all by himself. I knew what I needed to do. I went and apologized to him for yelling at him. I explained to him that I didn't mean to yell at him I was just upset about Juliana's head and all the blood scared me. He gave me a hug and kiss and told me it was okay. Then he took my hand and said, "c'mon Momma, we need to get going." When did my little boy turn into a big boy?