My oldest looks like a train hit him this week. Between falling off his bike, getting run into by his best friend, and now hitting his head on his night stand - he looks like he was the loser in a brawl. The latest happened last night when he was tossing and turning and somehow slid off the bed enough to hit his nose on the corner of the nightstand. Instead of coming down last night to tell me he had done this, he cried for a little bit then went back to sleep. Thankfully his dad woke up before I did and saw it - when he brought him in our room to show me I couldn't believe it. Of course, I felt horrible that he didn't come and get one of us, but Rick believes he was too tired. David said he didn't want to wake me up - and that I would "flip out" when I saw it. He got that right! I had to take a picture of it - although it looks better in the picture than it does in real life (you can tell how pleased he is that I am taking his picture!). Hopefully the swelling will go down in a couple of days - it sure hurts though - according to him. All this had to happen the morning before our well visit at the doctor! At least she got to look at it and didn't call DSS! I love having boys - now if only my stomach can handle changing the bandages! YUCK!
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