Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Fifteen Minutes

I was going to write about how he'll give you (and a banana) a big hug when you say "Big Hug." See? Awww, how sweet!

Plans changed when, in the span of 15 minutes, he hurt himself three times. He was pushing the recycling bin around (this has gone badly before) and he fell in and seriously banged up his face. Look at this! Or maybe don't look! Blood! Gah!

(Those bins are going down to the garage.) It took a couple of minutes to calm the little booger down and even more time for Eric to convince me that we didn't need to rush off to the emergency room for stitches or a helmet or something. We eventually all settled down. But then, while we were getting ready for his bath the little stinker ran smack into a doorframe with the other side of his forehead. He got a big goose-egg from that, too. We don't have any photos of that, so here's another one of the original wounding.

Seriously less than a minute later, he leaned over while I was filling the bathtub and toppled in headfirst. He slid like a fish across the tub on his belly and surfaced totally unfazed. This child is going to be the death of me.