Monday, April 10, 2006


Today Joshua fell on his face. On concrete. Again. I swear I can't take much more of this. A month ago his entire nose was a scab. This time he has a fat lip.

I swear the kind has zero sense of balance. He just spontaneously tips over.

I'm starting to look like a bad mother. The first few times I can write off as an accident, but they're starting to shake my confidence. How many times can your kid eat pavement before you start to blame yourself? Not many more...


meagan said...

this is funny. you should post it over on the enfants blog

i like your new style links