Our genetic pool....

Our kids are so different, it is almost freaky. JM hates to take medicine. We have to tackle him and force him to take it. BH says "Yum! More pweese!" JM is a picky eater, BH isn't.

Here is the latest. JM hates to have lotion put on his skin, mostly his arms and legs. AA (African American) skin is incredibly dry, and it is very visible when it gets dry. It gets "ashy", almost a gray color. It is absolutely uncool in the AA community to not take care of your skin and your hair. You are a poor representative of the race if you are ashy. Look closely at JM's hands in the picture. (Click on it to make it bigger.) See the ashy white spots? That is ashy.

Well, we have a fight to get JM to put it on. It isn't pretty, but as he gets older, it becomes less noisy. I suppose that is a step in the right direction.

Last night, I am rubbing lotion on my face, and also massaging my temples for my own well being. It relieves tension. BH comes toddling up to me, "Whatcha doin'?"

Me: Putting on lotion. Wanna try?

He tentatively puts his hand out and I put a small dab on his palm. I show him how to rub it on his arms and face. He is getting into it.

BH: One more wo-shun? Pweese? (He holds up three fingers, trying to show me one.)

I give him a dab more. We repeat this several more times until we are both slicker than an oil spill. Of course he loves lotion! Only because his older brother hates it. He goes and shows the hubbie how proud he is of putting on lotion. It's very cute.

Suddenly the lines from "Silence of the Lambs" comes into my head. High pitched, upset voice comes to me saying "It puts the lotion on it's skin....!"

Keep rubbing the temples....it relieves stress and random, silly thoughts.