Who's really the baby?

This is a debate that has been going on at my house since Brighton arrived. It seems like when someone has a problem (sickness, or ouchy) the adults actually act like babies more than the babies. For example...

When Brighton has the stomache flu he acts a little off but still plays and runs around like nothing is wrong. He throws up then goes back to doing whatever he was doing before.
When Chris and I are sick we complain and lay in bed all day feeling miserable. No playing takes place

When Brighton has a cold he goes about doing his normal activies; nothing new. He even lets the goo ooze from his nose like nothing is happening (YUCK!)
When Chris or I have a cold we, once agian, complain and lay in bed all day feeling miserable.

Brighton had a large sty on his eye for about a week. It was huge! and for a while his eye looked about half open. He never noticed, didn't even touch it once to show that it bothered him!!
I had a sty for one night, it drove me nuts!! I complained, touched it, picked at it and was so grateful to wake up with it gone the next day.

Brighton set off yesterday to prove this point once again. We were playing at Kherrington and Heather's house this afternoon. Brighton was running around, nothing new there, ran into a door frame then bounced off and hit his head on the door behind him. He started screaming and crying quite hard. I ran and picked him up and brought him into the kitchen where he continued to cry. Normally he stops pretty quickly but I could tell this was a little worse. Then Heather noticed there was blood running down his head! We tried to clean it off and see how deep it was but just couldn't tell. Finally he let me put him down so i could take a closer look. Sure enough it was split open and not a pretty sight. This is about when I lost it and started crying. Amy and I packed up and headed for the closest Urgent Care. On the way Brighton played in the back with Amy, asking for more food (more has become his favorite word along with no) and jabbering away. Of course, acting like nothing was wrong.

Chris met us at the Urgent Care. There my poor little baby had to get 3 staples in his head! He did act like a baby during the numbing and stapling, not that I blame him. When it was finished they gave him a lollipop and he was back to normal.
Amy and I went to the grocery store to pick up a few things for Sunday. Stephen and LIsa came by to see the little guy. He was giggling and playing "fetch the cow" (he would throw the stuffed animal they bought him on the floor and laugh as we continually picked it up).
I'm pretty sure that if I cracked my head open I would once again complain and want to lay in bed all day.

So the question remains...Who really is the baby?


Brighton in the waiting room of Urgent Care



Sitting on the bed waiting for the doctor to come in, as happy as a clam



After his numbing shot, not so happy anymore. We couldn't get a picture because all three of us had to hold him down



This is the doctor putting in the staples. Poor baby!



ALL DONE!



Now that he has a sucker, life is good again and back to normal!!



Here are his pretty staples. It is kind of hard to see the middle one


On a side note: I have been telling Chris for weeks that I was very nervous for my first head splitting accident as a mom. I think it went pretty well. Now I am nervous for the first broken bone. YUCK!