This morning it was in the 60's. Ridiculously beautiful and unexpected for this time of year in Houston. Sam and I hit the park. This is how our outing began:
And this is how our outing ended:
No, the two are not related. He slipped on a pile of leaves on the concrete when he was running after a ball. It looked bad at first, and he couldn't shake the pain like he normally does. After a rinse in the drinking fountain, a call to the pediatrician (placed by a Mommy Friend while I consoled the injured), and a few pictures emailed to Dr. Grandpa, it was determined that no stitches were needed. Hopefully the lip, and Mommy's cute yellow shirt, both experience a full and speedy recovery.
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He's doing great on the scooter!! Yay!!! No stitches, but OUCH!
Asked Ian who this looked like and he said "Me, who is it?"
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