The Bumper Bonnet

The Ad reads:

Learning to crawl? Starting to walk? When baby is accident prone, the Bumper Bonnet prevents bumps, bruises, and tears. The soft, thickly-padded head covering acts as a protective cushion, shielding that delicate little head. Lightweight, with an adjustable chinstrap. Machine wash. One size fits babies 6-36 months. Imported. Colors may vary.

The Ad SHOULD read:

Learning to defend yourself? Starting to look black and blue? When your 12 month old is attacked by older sibling, the Bumper Bonnet prevents scrapes, bruises, and monster tears. Wear daily to protect your babies pride. Lightweight, with a non-removable chinstrap. Your baby will learn to love this permenant bumper bonnet. Fit's mommy's and daddy's too.

We ALL laughed at this ad in the One Step Ahead catalog...however, I am seriously tempted to purchase. The amount of fighting that goes on in this house always results in blood and tears. And because Matthew is the runt, he always gets the raw end of the battle. My poor little baby is banged up from head to toe...seriously. If I took away every toy they fought over, we would have NO toy room. If I demanded time outs for every mishap, I'd become a timer speaking in dings. I can't separate the boys, because Matthew is too small....I can't demand Sam to go to his room, because Matthew pounds and screams on the door when it is shut....so instead they are learning to work it out on their own.

What I've failed to mention is Sam is not the instigator....Matthew LOVES to pick a fight with him. He will run up to his train table and grab a train and RUN with it to his room...looking back with a smirk. Matthew will purposely run into Sam and pull his hair....and then scurry away with the look of "ha ha" in his step. Sam is no angel as well, but what I struggle with...who do I get upset with? They BOTH are guilty.

Yesterday I just didn't know what to do with them....no one was listening, toys were being thrown, voices were getting loud, screams were rumbling in the air....I threw my hands up and started crying myself. Not just crying, but screaming crying. They both were quick to acknowledge me, for a minute.

...Don't worry, this picture is not of Matthew, but when I make my purchase, I'll be the proud parent to post it!