March 29, 2011
Jack bumped his head really well on Friday. Brian was babysitting but was with Ben and didn't see it happen. And Jack's account is obviously fictional, because it involves leaping from one side of the room to the other in a single bound, as well as a somersault or two.
What we do know is that he somehow slipped and hit his head on the leg of the kitchen table. Hard.
Brian is a wise man and sent a text with a photo to Kyle instead of me, who went home right away without even telling me he was leaving. Before I even knew what was going on, he was pulling back into work. Only after verifying that Jack was okay and didn't need to go to the ER did he tell me what had happened. I took this photo at breakfast this morning, but the bump might have been the biggest I've ever seen on Friday.
Then, while we were playing around in the living room yesterday, Jack tripped and fell into the arm of one of our chairs and was screaming. I literally watched his cheek turn purple right after it happened. It's hard to tell in the picture, but it looks painful.
Their injuries make me want to cry every time. I need to toughen up, because I have a feeling this won't be the last.