No, that's not gum in my mouth, it's a honkin' molar.
I'm still cute with my little eye gash.
I'm almost tall enough to make my escape!
Monday, March 3, 2008
MY FIRST SHINER
Noah tried to follow me into the closet, but I wouldn't let him in, so I shut the door behind me. Noah turned around mad and ran eye-first into the corner of our bathroom drawer. Ouch! It's not black and blue (most likely due to some quick arnica application), but it's red and scratched. Poor baby!
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He's too young yet to make up sports stories for his apparent injuries, but it looks to me like he may have been spiked sliding into home plate for the winning score.
Poor guy! Nate throws mini-fits all the time usually ending with him bumping his head on something. I guess they are just going to have to learn to control their little tempers, but I think we have a few more years of this tantrum thing.
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