Tonight, Brock got his first fat lip (and hopefully his last, too!!). No, it wasn't from a fight with his brother (which some of you might have guessed:). Unfortunately, it was a 2-fall injury. The first part happened while he was watching Mommy make dinner. As he leaned over for a better view, the chair he was leaning on pushed away from the counter, and down he went. Then, later this evening, we went to the park to watch Daddy play softball. He was walking on the step part of the bleachers, slipped, and down he went again, on the exact same spot. Even though he looks pretty rough, he has handled it like a pro. After the park incident, he still came home and played ball (he had waited the whole game for "his turn"). Actually, I think that the whole evening's been rougher on Mommy that Brock. What a tough little guy.
"Do I look like I've been in a fight??"
"It's okay Mommy!! I can still drink my chocolate shake!!" (around here, when you get bad boo-boos, you get to pick your bedtime snack:).
The close-up.
"Daddy said to smile, but this is about as good as it gets right now."
"Do I look like I've been in a fight??"
"It's okay Mommy!! I can still drink my chocolate shake!!" (around here, when you get bad boo-boos, you get to pick your bedtime snack:).
The close-up.
"Daddy said to smile, but this is about as good as it gets right now." 
1 comment:
My goodness what a day! My poor little buddy... =( His hair cut makes him look much older too!
Love you,
Aunt Kara
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