I was talking to Mom this weekend about Ben's antics, when I realized I'd failed to share any pictures of Ben's rough week.
Last Tuesday I got a call from his daycare letting me know that Ben accidentally slammed his face into the edge of the table, giving him what looks like a black eye.
Then Sunday, Easter, we were out in the backyard playing, and Ben decided to run on the patio. His running ended with him tripping over his own feet, falling forward, and breaking his fall with his chin on the first brick step leading into the house. (If there was any doubt, with all this clumsiness we've now confirmed Ben is definitely my kid.)
Five minutes of screaming and crying (not sure who was carrying on more, me or Ben) and all was well. All that blood was just a very badly scraped chin. It is healing nicely, and except for pulling off every band-aid we tried to apply, Ben barely seemed to notice it after the initial drama.
Sadly, I didn't get any great pictures of the black eye when it was at its worst -- swollen, puffy, and black; and I didn't get any close-ups of the chin either. But in this picture you can kind of see both injuries.
And the fact that he is holding a bat that is as large as he is leads me to believe that this will not be the last of his injuries. He is all boy, that is for sure.
All I can think when I see this picture is "Happy F***ing Easter."