ouchie.

i am proud to say that jack made it 20.5 months into his life without having a run-in with the fireplace. probably my biggest fear since the beginning of his time has now happened, he survived and we're all the wiser. kinda sorta. it was one of those times where you see it out of the corner of your eye, but mostly, you feel it in your chest. the sound of his precious head hitting the hard surface, a slate surface, to be exact. jack took it like the tough guy he is. got it right on his brow bone too. of course, the silent cry to start out, the twisted face (that always makes ben and i smirk, trying not to smile or worse, laugh at our injured child) and of course, he ran over to me with his arms stretched out. i secretly love these moments - not because he's hurt - but that he's coming to me for comfort. can you tell that this child doesn't stop to snuggle, let alone, rarely stop to sit!? but as soon as i picked him up, he had already composed himself, pointing to his yellow doggy, telling me: daw-dee! daw-dee! ok, so really i had nothing to do with making his boo-boo better, but at least mr. yellow life is good doggy did!

captured some pictures later in the evening of his first shiner. i called to tell benji what happened and his first question was (and with a little too much excitement added to his tone) does he need stitches? i quickly informed him that thank goodness no, but i'm sure there will be plenty more occasions where i may say yes to that question.

such pretty colors!

love the tan lines

cheese!