This is an update picture on his lip, and the spot under his eye was Sunday's casualty.
My little man is a toddler. This shouldn't come as a surprise to me, but he was such a low-maintenance baby that I was taken aback by his sudden mood swings. I don't remember him crying much of ever in his first year. There was always a reason. This weekend, he became a toddler. Bah! How does one get through it?! The "terrible twos" should not start at 14 months, darn it!
Tonight he fell again, splitting the inside of his lip and bleeding so much we were afraid we needed to take him to the after-hours pediatrics place. He was 6 inches from the floor, crawling after his ball which had escaped him and he just face-planted into the patio floor. What do I do?
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