We’ve always called Samson a bruiser, but now it’s official. Baby-o fell off the potty onto our carpet-lined cement basement floor yesterday. Obviously, the carpet didn’t help much.
This isn’t the first time he’s face-planted. It isn’t even the first time it’s left a mark (I’ll tell you more about that when a certain Ms. Evans posts pictures from our last photo shoot). This is just the most noticeable mark. He’s fine, and I know boys will be boys and this is just the first of many knocks (or tock! as we call them, as in the sound that a head makes when it hits a hard surface). And he looks much better today…
…but my heart hurts a bit when I look at him.