They're called BOO-BOOS

Most days seem action-packed these days. I don't know exactly what transpired inside Jake's brain the day he turned 5, but he seems to be full of energy now. He wakes up talking and playing, he plays hard all day, then at the end of the day, he sleeps hard. No more naps in the afternoons, but an early bedtime that I've come to appreciate (especially since I'm not 5...I don't have that energy).

Yesterday was no exception. He spent the morning bored with me at home, until a friend called to take me up on an offer to keep her little boy for a few hours. She e-mailed me to thank me last night, but really I should be thanking her. She saved Jake from an afternoon of boredom and me from having to transform another Transformer...

Last night we went to our neighbor's ice cream party, which she won from Edy's Ice Cream. This was the second year our neighborhood won, so I'm thinking this is a great tradition. Our local firemen** joined us, which the kids loved. They got a call during dinner, which was a big thrill for us, since they set off with sirens going from our street. I'm sure neighbors were out on their front porches all through the neighborhood, trying to figure out which house was on fire... At any rate, it's too bad for the people who had the emergency, but wow, cool. We got to see firemen in action***.

We were all exhausted by the time we got home from the party. I got Annie bathed and ready for bed, then fell asleep while nursing her. Meanwhile, Ike got Jake showered and ready for bed too.

So (and here's where the title of this post finally comes in), imagine my confusion when I woke up in Annie's room to hear my son say, "My boobs are all better now."

I heard Ike choke back a laugh and say, "They're called boo-boos, Jake."

All better now.


**Note: These were not the firemen that showed up. But I can't find a picture of them in a calendar, and isn't this more fun?
***Note: These firemen aren't actually in action, they're just standing around. But I think that's okay...