Boys will be boys

I'm afraid people are going to start thinking I abuse my son. Last night he hit a concrete floor, face first and rather hard. He had a busted up lip and a bloody nose. He seems to fine this morning. The swelling in his lip has gone down quite a bit and he seems a little clingy still but not too bad. The clingyness could be because he has what I think is his final tooth coming in. He's only 18 months old. This can't possibly be it, but it appears so.

I have no idea why, but he plays HARD. He runs at full speed and is afraid of nothing. He's always falling and scraping knees or palms. He sprints up and down stairs like he's six-foot tall or something. It's ridiculous. Every time he goes somewhere I worry what people are going to think. I mean, anyone that knows him, knows that he plays really hard so I shouldn't worry about them. But the ones who don't know him are the ones I worry about.

Not a lot to report. Just hanging out. Shy turned 8 weeks old today. She's great! She didn't sleep too well last night and since The Hubster had to work at 4:50 this morning, I was up to bat all night long. Oh well. It's alright. Smash actually let me sleep until almost 9:00. I was astounded!

Well, time to play!