My sweet little boy. Number three.
He hit his head tonight on the corner of one of our end tables.
You know how heads can bleed.
It's a little unnerving.
But he's the third. So there was no panic.
I knew a his blankie, a sippy cup and a snuggle with mom would make it all better.
I remember this same exact scenario playing out with Christian five years ago.
I called Ryan and made him come home from work to look at the cut and help me decide if we should go to the ER. There was blood everywhere and I could hardly breathe. Funny how things change. Tonight it was really no big deal.