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that's sort of the way I'm going with mine.

I know and she knows, she is really out of hand when her daddy raises his voice. My husband is the most even tempered person I have ever met in my life - so when he gets angry - it's really bad.

At the moment I am the greatest mom on the planet. The little darling decided she wanted to pull down the attic access stairs and climbed up on her doll's bunk bed to reach the cord - lost her balance and hit her face on the bed post.

She is now ensconced on the floor in the dining room propped up with all kinds of pillows, as an ice packe and chocolate milk watching Sponge Bob.

Please understand - the television in the dining room is MINE - it is 10 feet from where I am sitting.

I'm a great mom!!!!!

My husband is very laid back also...I am the hollerer, the hubby very seldom raised his voice...and when he did, the boys knew they were in deep trouble...

Seems like injuries are a way of life sometimes...my older boy kept jumping over the backyard fence when he was 4...I told him to stop it, but he would not listen...one trip over, he caught his arm and ripped it open...needed 10 stitches...never did jump that fence again...

Then he was playing Tarzan at age 6, and called me out to see him swinging from the tree, and wound up with a hairline fracture of his arm...

The younger boy,when 2, kept twirling, and would not stop...twirled himself right into the sharp edge of the coffee table and nearly put his eye out...did require 3 stitches right next to his eye...

Then the younger boy at age 7 was playing football with the neighborhood kids, when he skimmed the top of his head on a sharp tree branch, and slice his scalp clear open...need about 5 stitches...

Yes, my kids had their share of injuries and ouchies, like most kids will get...

Thats okay, when I was 6, I showed the new boy on the block how to jump off the 1st floor porch without getting hurt...I broke my arm so severely, that I was in traction for a week, before they could find an orthopedic surgeon who thought he could set it(This was in the olden days of the 50s)...However, my arm is still somewhat crooked, and I cannot touch my shoulder at all...so when I was in the hospital during the 1970s, they X-Rayed my arm to see if they could rebreak it, and with newer technology, fix it better...

After they saw the X-Rays, and they could see how badly the arm and elbow had originally been fractured,they declined to do anything further...said that the doc who set that arm during the 1950s must have been a genuis, considering the severe damage to my arm...

So for the grief I caused my parents, with my willfullness leading to injury, my sons truly paid me back in full.

Part of paenthood...