Although Addison has his father's warped sense of humor and his derriere, he does have some of my traits. Unfortunately, they are the bad ones.
He got sensitive skin and allergies from me. Sorry, boy. But the baby blue eyes from my side of the family kind of makes up for it, no? The chicks dig them.
What worries me the most is that Addison seems to be guided by his brain, just like me.
When we were visiting my BFF in Wisconsin in August, we went out to eat at Red Robin (yummmmm). He had an incident where he got some food caught in his windpipe and it scared the hell out of him. He eventually got the food up, but for almost two weeks he had a hard time eating anything solid, for fear that it would happen again.
It happened again over the weekend. While playing in his tackle football game as quarterback, the kid on his team had the ball up the field and fumbled it, and the other team got it and started running along the sideline. Addison gave chase as any good quarterback would do, and when he made the tackle, he got creamed pretty bad. He got a hit directly in his stomach/upper stomach area and got teary. I think he got the wind knocked out of him, and sat on the bench for awhile.
I finally went over and told him to at least stand on the sidelines with his teammates, because I knew he wouldn't get over it any other way. He did, and I was proud, but the next day he complained his stomach hurt.
I'm not an insensitive mom, but I noticed when he was distracted, he didn't complain about his stomach hurting. He even went out and played pass with Adam, so I didn't worry about it.
Last night, he started crying and complaining that his stomach hurt again, right before football practice. I knew he had to get over the hump and get back out there on the field. After some threats, he got suited up. Guess what? He was fine at practice and after too.
So, kiddo, I'm sorry you got the "can't get over scary moments" part of me. But hey, we both have a larger second toe than our big one and totally matching feet-isn't that enough?