Sadly...

I haven't really had many worthwhile thoughts this week.

However, if you saw my son today, you'd think he's been abused. It's sad really, and funny because he's a boy, and really does just bounce back.

Yesterday, running as fast as his little legs will let him down the hall, trips over nothing, and bashes his forehead into the corner of the doorway. Ouch. Huge goose egg. Probably more like an Ostrich egg.

Today, out at the park, little punk decides to stand up in the stroller. Of course he falls out, head first onto the sidewalk. SPLAT!

Fat lip, and an abrasion on his chin. He looks like an MMA fighter that lost his last fight.

What a kid. Maybe I can post some pics tomorrow.