Sigh

The first nice day after several rainy ones and this is what we have to show for it.

E took a digger at our friend's house I think on the cement step, but I didn't see it. He got over it pretty easily at least although you could tell it hurt like the dickens.

Poor Noah fell down the cement steps at the church and hurt his mouth. I also didn't see it. I was sitting on the bottom step with my back faced to him. Him & Hudson kept going up and down collecting sticks. I heard his helmet thump two times though, so I'm glad he still had it on. He didn't want me cleaning him or messing with it much at all. I got him to let me clean him up and he's laying on the couch with some lemonade. He has a fat lip on the right upper and lower now. Poor kiddos.

The bunk bed

I had to put Noah's bunk bed ladder up on the top bunk.

Any guesses why?

Elliot's injury of the day

I am guessing that I could probably post one every day at this rate. Today's was from him running away from me at the park. He was running down the sidewalk and fell down. He scraped his knees up a little and got this lovely bump on his head. Didn't stop him for long.

My little yard ape

Elliot has become a WILD CHILD! He is a climber. A fearless climber, mind you. He doesn't learn from his mistakes (aka injuries) either. He's at that stage where I literally have to watch him every minute. He loves running as fast as he can, preferably down steep grades on concrete and laughing wildly as he wobbles like a drunken sailor. And last week we officially reached the milestone where there is no more going out to eat, unless it's at a Chick-Fil-A (or anyplace you get your food almost instantly and can run around and climb, play, and be wild after your meal).

Today he & Noah were playing in the backyard. I needed to get ready still. I brought stuff downstairs and went inside the kitchen just to put toothpaste on my toothbrush (I literally brush my teeth while watching him and run inside to rinse).... when I heard a loud crash and crying. CRAP!

One of the most dangerous things in our backyard are the chairs. Elliot climbed up and was standing on it facing backwards and although I didn't see it, I'm positive he was rocking back and forth and then it tipped over forward. Luckily he just scraped up his knuckles/fingers and somehow got a small scrape under his cheek. It could have been much worse.

I never thought I'd say this, but I think he is wilder than Noah. A little bit later in blossoming, but wilder for sure. A couple of hours later at the park, he climbed up the stroller and tried to do the same move. I caught the stroller as it was about to tip over. He.doesn't.learn.

He wouldn't keep bandaids on, but playing with them sure distracted him and made him a happy camper pretty quickly

And it was hilarious watching him squeeze with all his might and shaking trying to get stuff out of the neosporin. Of course, I had the lid on tight so nothing came out.Quickly becoming a tough little cookie.