My poor battered child

Poor Finn. When I picked him up from daycare on Monday I was warned by Kimmi at the front desk that Finn had an accident. Apparently he was pushing a toy around, tripped and landed face first into the toy. I could tell it was going to be bad since I was prepped before I even saw him.

Yesterday my mom was nervous to take him into the grocery store because of all the stares she was going to get.

I guess he isn't a real little boy without some bumps and bruises.

Bigger Owie!

Saturday night while we were playing games at Teri and Mark's house, Finn decided to throw himself face first off the couch. Face first into a wooden box. Poor little guy was screaming and crying and there was blood everywhere. Very scary at first, pretty sure my heart stopped. After a few minutes we found the tiny cut on his lip and he stopped crying. The sad thing about this, is that it happened just a few hours after him banging his eye on a corner at my parents house.

I was actually expecting both injuries to swell up much worse than they did. Kids are so resilient and amazing. But he does look much worse in person than in photos.



The mouth injury hadn't bothered Finn too much until yesterday after his nap. I went to get him and out of excitement, he threw his hands on his face to play peek-a-boo. Smacked himself right on the lip. After that we had about an hour of sadness, him being frustrated that his bitty hurt and him not wanting to eat.

Owwie

Finn got bit last week at daycare. He bit two other kids, so he may have deserved it. Of course they won't tell me if Finn started it or the other kid. But if you say owwie, he still holds out his hand even though it's almost been a week.