We've had some minor injuries here today.
The Boy tripped and fell face first onto his wooden rocking chair. The only thing he could have tripped on was his own feet. Or maybe just a wobbly moment? Whatever happened it was INTENSE. Blood and screaming followed immediately after. He's the only one who bled but all three of us were freaked out messes. While The Boy bled for what seemed like FOREVER, we did our best to remain calm, comfort him and figure out what the heck was hurt in his mouth. Trying to get a toddler to open his bloody mess mouth for inspection has to be one of the most stressful events ever. Luckily it was a relatively small cut in his mouth from a front tooth and it stopped bleeding quickly. We all were beyond relieved. Unfortunately, Puppy Blankie and my pajama top were covered in blood. I don't care too much about the PJ top but Puppy Blankie might be scarred for life.
Alright. Woah.
Just as I was typing this a story on the news showed a 15 month baby falling into the path of a speeding train because the grandmother let go of his/her stroller for a split second. So yeah, I'm pretty sure that is more stressful than a bleeding mouth. Note to self--don't let Boy go near trains with any of his grandparents just to be safe.
The day wasn't all blood and tears. We also went to a park and Boy LOVED getting wet from the drinking fountain. All the playground equipment and an open field of grass could not deter him from drenching himself and his father in water. He was sopping wet as we drove home.
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