Oh the wonderful goose eggs my sweet boy gets.
Tonight after Mallory’s dance class, we stopped at Dairy Queen (since I figured it was maybe the last time we would be able to stand outside and eat ice cream until spring) and Carson was running around with his sister and Alli and he took a HUGE header. In my normal fashion, I waited to see if he cried before I reacted.
His reaction to meeting the sidewalk resulted in a sprinting reaction from me. He was S-C-R-E-A-M-I-N-G.
Somehow I wonder if I knew this was going to happen because I happened to tuck a paci & a puppy in my pocket before we left for dance class, and luckily my pocket full of tricks calmed him down pretty quick.
He had a hint of a scrape there on his forehead from an incident at school yesterday, but this ginormous goose egg was all tonight. Isn’t it horrible?
My poor baby!
Aww, poor Carson! Give him a kiss from Nina :(
Oh no! Poor thing…my boys are very “accident prone” lately with lots of goose eggs too. Hopefully it’s just a phase :)
Oh no. Poor little guy. On the bright side (if there can even be one) this happened AFTER picture day. Because you know, I can’t think of anyone else who takes pics of him….
OUCH!
That is one major Ouch