What's a momma to do? This boy of mine is all boy. Really, it amazes me that we've never made it to the emergency room with him yet. It's bound to happen. When you climb on top of everything and prefer running full speed everywhere to plain ol' walking, including in the bathtub. This little shiner was born as he was spinning around in circles and landed eye first into the corner of our little table. Youch. Brett was just sad that it looked so much better the next day. He was a proud poppa.
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