Sunday, April 22, 2012

Meet Tyler Durden

"Who can hope to be safe? who sufficiently cautious? Guard himself as he may, every moment's an ambush."~Horace

I was quite the social butterfly this weekend. Plenty of places to go and things to do. And I got to do them solo, for once. So that means hubby was home alone with all three. And let me tell you, the third one is the worst. I think Little Bear is operating under the misapprehension that he is a stunt man. The current chapter of his self-discovery is outlining all the aspects of physical limits. He is into hitting his head on door frames, standing up under tables, climbing into wagons, standing on chairs, attempting to walk in and on top of my shoes, rocking on the rocking horse while standing on the runners, and jumping in his Bumbo. The ice packs are rarely cold anymore because they spend more time out of the freezer than inside.

So while at a baby shower, I got a text from hubby that said Little Bear fell off the deck, and "has some abrasions." This was the pitiful mug I came home to.

The abrasions were more specifically all the skin missing from one side of his nose. Plus a fat lip, a cut on his forehead, and a bruise on his knee. The kid is nothing but thorough. The best part is that, since we were away on vacation since Easter, we postponed the Easter photo shoot for this Sunday. You know, 18 hours after this happened.

The good news is that as ugly as his injuries look, they don't seem to bother him much. He gets annoyed that I'm constantly re-applying the sticky triple antibiotic to his nose, but besides that he isn't affected by any of it in the slightest. He also has finally developed a small sense of self-preservation when approaching the edge of a step now, since the last attempt at walking on air didn't go over so well. And he even tried some more daredevil stunts today, just to prove he's back to his old bad self. The bad news is that I don't think we'll be taking Easter pictures this year. At least not until his face heals.

But for now, we've re-named him "Fight Club."


  1. Sounds like a mountain biker in the making ;)

    1. .... Actually maybe not, if he's learning from his mistakes!