I stepped inside from our Sunday night barbecue only briefly, to grab silverware or something.
The windows were open and I could hear Jayce’s wheels speeding along the length of our back patio: his personal speedway.
And then I heard a crash. An immediate cry. One that I’ve come to recognize as the pain cry.
I ran to the window and looked out.
He was there, on all fours–his hand and arm covered in bright red blood.
His face, too, was bloodied.
Because I don’t react well to blood, I brought my hands to my head.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
Jeff reacted to my reaction–more quickly than he would have otherwise.
As he carried the little man to the bathroom I quizzed:
Are his teeth loose?
Is anything open?
They weren’t. And it wasn’t.
There was, however, a gigantic hickey-like bump on his forehead.
A fat bottom lip.
Bloodied nose.
I don’t react well to blood.
But I’m learning.
My little bruiser leaves me little choice in the matter.
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Poor little guy but what a great photo!
Oh no! His perfect little face!
He’s still adorable, though :)
I still say that you should have posted a picture of the puddle of blood on the patio!
Ugh! Boys! Teijah likes to burst things open – far too often, and there is most certainly a screeching cry that only comes from an impact that was hard enough to encourage bleeding. *sigh* Luckily his little brother is more cautious… and probably won’t grown up to be a stunt man… maybe.
Seriously? It only makes him cuter. :)
Get used to it, because it never changes. My boys are COVERED in scrapes right now, and it’s only April. knees, elbows, shoulders, calves, forearms…they are a mess! But somehow, it seems normal, and I love it.
That Jayce…those eyes are going to break hearts some day.
Ouch! tis the season for the scrapes/bruises…he is still a cutie!
He looks so OLD in that picture. I can really see Jeff in him! not that Jeff is old…oh! you know what i mean.
Boys. They are a mother’s pride, and the reason mama has to go get hair colored once a month.
He wears the bruises well. :)
Ouch! My youngest daughter likes to play rough. She currently has scrapes on both knees and there is usually a scratch or too on her arms and face. ;)
Aww, he’s still so, so cute! I hate that cry, when you really don’t want to look for fear of what you’ll find!
Oh my goodness! I am seeing how different my life would have been had I had all boys! Hoping for no scars, for him and for you! :)
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Oh no poor guy! It’s rough being a little boy!!!! I love that picture though…
He is a beautiful little boy – those eyes are unbelievable! Sorry you had to go through that though!
Hang in there Mom. As a mom of a 10 year old I can tell ya that the bruises and blood go hand in hand with having a boy.
I also do no react well to the sight of blood. I’m getting better. I haven’t fainted in a while. Yeah, me.
I had to look past those beautiful blue eyes to see the bruises! He’s a cutie. Wounds and all!
Well, I can’t say this is the first of many because he has already has a first and second and third I am sure. But don’t you just want to put them in a big bubble for the rest of their lives? He is beautiful and you are very lucky. But a bubble would be nice.
Oh my word. Poor fella. Hope he heals quickly. Boys. And their toys. Sheesh.
Bruiser or not, that is one cute kid you have.
Oh, poor guy. Probably didn’t even phase him, did it, after about a minute?
His eyes are beautiful! I bet deep down inside he must feel like a hero. Another obstacle conquered. Boys always going to be boys – scrapes and bruises, even if it is scary for us moms. :)
my boy often looks like that. the walking is not his strong suit :-)
glad his okay!!
Oh, dear! What battle wounds, yet still cute with them!
Those blue eyes still take the spotlight!
Yep, that’s a boy! ;)