The First Major Owie

Mr. Nathaniel Allan is all boy.  There’s no doubt about it.  From fearless climbing onto his push toys to his constant ball-throwing obsession (complete with a three second wind-up), he’s his daddy’s boy through and through.   For the last 16 months we’ve managed to hide all evidence of his reckless abandon.  The busted lip never swelled.  What bruises he acquired were hidden by clothing.  The corner of the table failed to leave a lasting golf-ball shaped welt on his forehead like we feared.

But then Mr. Fearless decided to run down the bridge at the park.  And, before his very pregnant mommy could stop him, he was laying face first on a slab of concrete at the base of the bridge.  To his credit he only cried for a minute or two and was then perfectly fine.  His face, not so much.

He woke up from his nap and we discovered his eye was swollen.  Poor kid.  We weren’t expecting that one.  Needless to say, Thanksgiving pictures will be interesting this year.  🙂

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