ouch.

Friday while running up the stairs to the slide at the play space, the boy slipped (needed grippy socks!), fell, and banged his cheekbone pretty bad. He cried for about 20 seconds while I pretended to be calm and think about what to do. Ice? Head to the bathroom to inspect? Nurse? We did an assortment of the above and he only wanted one thing: to get right back on that slide. The bruising is getting better. But then today we had to get a routine blood draw for him. It was painful for all involved, but his tears were few and I told him all about how brave and strong he was the whole way down the tram. Now to a week free of injuries or hospitals!