Another one bites the dust...

Poor kid...this one was blog worthy, and the photo doesn't even to it complete justice!

Kyle is such an active little boy, so he's always got one bruise or another, but this one comes close to taking the cake! - As part of his night-time/bed-time routine, we count to three and then chase Kyle up the stairs. There is always laughing and yelling involved...good fun. Two nights ago there was a bit of genuine screaming too. As he got to the top of the stairs, his footing gave out and he slipped, right into the corner of the wall. His bruise goes from up in his hair-line all the way down his cheek. It was a nasty fall.

Although we could tell he was in a ton of pain, Scott got him calmed down in record time. Daddy to the rescue! After getting him to take a few deep breaths he took him into the bathroom to show him his 'awesome' purple line on his face. Even through the pain, Kyle could value the humor and 'coolness' of his new bruise. It's two days later, the bruise is just as dark and nasty, but he hasn't complained about it being painfull. (I'm pretty sure that a few people in the community have thought they needed to call the DCFS, but what can you do?)


On a different note, I've been terrible at blogging lately. I've got lots of fun pictures to post of our basement. Scott's Dad, Monte has come and gone. The basement has been framed, sheet rocked, mudded and sanded. We've bought our paint. All we've got to do now is clean up all the sheet rock dust and get to painting. Here's to hoping that we can get it all done before the baby comes!