"It's just a flesh wound..."

OK, just try to look beyond the wounds on his face to how precious he looked for his first day in the St. Philip's nursery. Seriously, I was worried that if we went out in public, someone was going to call DSS. Here's how it all went down…. Thursday, Jodie and Morgan were over with Davis, Guerin, and Leeze. R, D, and L spent most of the time running up and down the hall. Then we hear a fall and screaming. Reeves had fallen and hit his forehead on the corner of a little table in the hall. It was nauseating. No blood was drawn, but we watched the goose egg grow right before our eyes. It really was pretty disgusting.
Then on Friday in the country, after the disbelief that we could let Reeves hurt himself so badly, he takes a dive into the piano. Hence the wound on his cheek, just below the table wound. But not nearly as bad.
You know how things come in three's? Saturday morning, Reeves wakes up, we play a bit, and as I'm getting ready to give him his breakfast, he, out of our sight, falls and starts crying. Since we are true believers in the "shake it off" practice, we don't rush over, and he gets up and is fine. Then five minutes later, there appears, beside his eye, a mark. He must have hit the doorframe or something.
Poor thing!
But he's tough. Like Jodie said, "Good thing we don't have any portraits coming up soon!"

"The train! The train!"

"Come on, Daddy! Let's go see it!"