Most days, I manage to keep the house reasonably clean, and the boys well fed and rested. I occasionally lapse in re-application of sunblock, and may be a bit short with a toddler tantrum preceding nap time, but I’m at least competent at most of the duties involved with being a mom of two.
But the thing that I’m worst at is clipping fingernails.
Last week, I clipped Jasper’s toe too short, and it rubbed in his tiny little sneakers while he was running.
Today, I was clipping Sawyer’s nails and clipped a couple too short, just as Patrick is always warning me against doing. They looked okay, if a bit ouchy, so we went outside as planned.
After a few minutes, Jasper stopped his bicycling around the driveway and was adorably playing with Sawyer on his blanket, so I walked across the driveway to get my phone to document the moment.
“Mommy, you hurt Sawyer!! He is hurt!!” Jasper hollered at me.
“What? From over here? How could I possibly have hurt him?!”
“YES!!! YOU HURT HIM!” Jasper scolded insistently.
Scowling, I looked at my boys, and saw tiny blood droplets streaming from my infant’s hand.
It looks like Patrick has been promoted to full-time nail clipper at our house, because I’m not man enough for the job.