The other day I mentioned that Codi fell on his face while pushing his little stroller outside.
Here is the aftermath. Look at the size of that goose egg. You should have seen that thing the next day. Whoah is all I can say. The saddest part is how much fun he was having. i mean just look at all the dirt on his face. I don’t know about you, but I think dirt on a kid face denotes having FANTASTIC TIME!
The worst part is, the next night he ran into a door jam. He now has a matching goose egg on the other side of his head. Then he was in a bouncy chair of Dylans screwing around and launched himself backwards on his head. Another day he decided to launch himself off the two stairs in the laundry room and cracked the back of his head. Just now he peed on the floor and then slipped on it and bruised his ass. Oh and he is teething so he is kind of pissed off about that. Let’s not forget his nose won’t stop running so every fucking time I wipe it the damn thing starts to bleed where he scraped it. It’s a damn never healing scratch. This poor kid. It’s like he is a walking ouch maker! The dirty tears under his eyes just kill me too. I mean, really how sad is that? Oddly he was totally unaffected by it all and was ready to play right away! I on the other hand needed to sit down and breath for a second so I could get the sound of his head smacking into the concrete out of my mind.