Owies

Now that Bruce is cruising around he has reached the Age of Owies. From what family and friends tell me of David as a child, Bruce may have inherited the gene of self destruction. His little legs have bruises all up the shins, and I am always finding random scratches on his arms and legs.

Poor boy had his first bloody nose this week. It broke my heart. He was half running from Daddy, half chasing a ball that he had thrown by our front door when he tripped and didn't catch himself with his arms at all. He full on face-planted on the tile entryway  When he got up he had blood running down his poor little face. He was NOT happy. It took quite a while to calm him down, and he had a puffy lip too. My poor, poor baby.

Today he got his first scraped knees. We went for a walk at the park after church, and Bruce got going too fast down a hill. His cute little knees are all scraped, but not as bad as they could be. It just breaks my heart to see him get hurt, but I know his owies will only get bigger and better over the years.

Resting with daddy after a long walk

Poor little knees!