Poor Elliot had a rough day. First of all this afternoon he got his first shiner. I was just getting ready to leave to run errands and he was in the playroom with Noah and Claire (our babysitter). I heard him crying hard so I went to check on him before leaving. He was playing/climbing around the slide and somehow fell on the window ledge. Not sure exactly how it happened, but it's already bruising up :( Noah also got a black eye on the window ledge when he was 9 months and just learning to walk too. Poor thing :( I made it all better before leaving him.
Then when Paul came home, he immediately cried/whined for him and demanded to be carried around by his dad like he does daily. He is such a daddy's boy! I heard him doing his painful cry from upstairs when Paul took him up to change out of his work clothes. Evidently Paul had put Noah's bed rail down and Elliot climbed up on it and somehow hit his mouth on the corner of the bed. That bed is dangerous. (I can't even count how many times Noah's hit his head on it in the middle of the night. We now have 5 pillows in bed with him so he won't do it anymore.)
After his bloody/fat lip he was no longer Daddy's boy for the night. He wanted me and only me. Poor kid.
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