.::still blinking::.

That poor kid of mine always wakes up angry. Not that I blame him much. He has a solid bruise across his forehead because he is so top heavy. I am not talking like Dolly Parton, more like an alien child. He is my very own extra terrestrial spawn. I can think of four times in the past week that he has beat his head on something and everytime he does it he cries harder and longer.

Could you imagine continually beating your head against something because it is the only effective brake that you have? That is basically what is going on here. He has learned to run but not to stop. He will get running down the drive way and the only way to stop is to fall and use his head as the anchor to make him stop. Ouch. I heard that one from the top of the drive way. I think that was bonk numero uno.

Numero duos was a little girl that lives behind us ran into him on accident. He was caring around screwdrivers at the time. I don’t know where he gets them. We keep locking them up and he keeps finding more. It is like he has a secret stash of them in some hidden corner of the garage. Everytime he has a new one we take it and hid it. But it was a good thing that he did not fall on those and hurt himself.

Number three was from the paver the other day. He was helping us dig holes to plant moss on our makeshift patio and hit his head on the corner of the paver.

Number four was on the wall. I don’t think that one was as bad as number three. But four times has really got to hurt.

And on top of that he has another tooth coming in. I have been keeping him drugged, I think that he appreciates it. I surely do.