Monday, April 10, 2006

Splat.

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...

1 comments:

meagan said...

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

i like your new style links