It Happened.

Jalen's first shiner. It took a little longer than we anticipated, but it's a pretty good one. We were having lunch with Daddy at the Bowen office and he crawled over to a low window sill and was balancing for a moment on one hand and the opposite knee when he swiveled to the ground, but not before smashing his cheekbone into the metal window casing. We knew it really smarted when we heard a type of cry we hadn't heard before and it immediately started bruising up. By the time I got back with some ice, he just wanted to suck on the ice, so he was ok.

It has turned out to be a "toughen up" weekend. After waking up from a nap on Saturday (the day after), he pulled his music player in his crib down on him, which happens a lot, but it must've hit his bruise because I heard the same painful cry. Then that night he realized he could climb up on the bottom shelf of a console table, and right as we looked at him in disbelief, faceplanted onto the floor, bruising his eye just above his cheek bruise.

I wonder why I'm starting to have a sense of dread about him learning to walk? Maybe because he has no fear and does things like this: climbing over Mace to reach the couch. What is it they say about paying for the sins of your childhood? I think they mean your husband's childhood!