Accumulating Injuries

Luke's courage is getting ahead of his coordination.

We came home Thursday to a crying, bloody kid. Moving too fast with toys in both hands, he fell and got a fat lip. Our poor babysitter Sarah had his blood on her shoulder and everything. (It happened right before we walked in.) But after a few minutes he was over it and on his way.



This morning he decided to climb on his toy truck and knocked his noggin pretty hard. Poor kid. Where were his parents, you ask? Right there but distracted by our conversation (and computer).





From now on we're going to wrap Luke in bubble-wrap as part of his morning routine. OK, how about a football helmet and pads?

P.S.: Sarah (our poor baby-sitter) had a triply rough day. I'll spare you, gentle reader, the details. Sarah: know that we appreciate you very, very much!