Ouch!

Sour Cream is getting so big.

And breaking his leg in May hasn't slowed this boy down - thank goodness

for doctors who know what they are doing.

We've been reading Little House in the Big Woods lately,

and it made me wonder what we would have done if we hadn't been able

to access a doctor.  He might have been stuck with a limp forever.

Anyway, that's not the point of this post.

The point is how fast this boy is getting.

He doesn't need to keep his hands up and out in front of him for balance much anymore

while he's walking.

Which means he's also starting to try running.

 

And since he always wants to keep up with girls, he's often going top speed.

Tonight after dinner, he was headed for the library book bag,

since that's where the girls had been, and

I heard a bang.

Followed by a cry.

And a scream.

And lots of tears and snot.

As soon as I got into the living room (15 seconds max),

the bruise was already forming.

 Right between the eyes.

As I tried to console him, I went to the freezer and tried to give him 

an ice pack.

Not happening.

We'll see what it looks like in the morning.

I'm guessing he'll have his first goose egg.