(Letting you dream a little about the beautiful combination that is Brad Pitt and Ed Norton)
Wyatt appears to be attempting to overcome his own struggles in toddler-hood, reaffirming his baby masculinity, by forming his own (not so underground) fight club.
Henry has been his primary target; jumping on top of his stomach, biting his shoulder, grabbing his 'peep', scratching his face. His second target, me.
I'm pretty sure this is going to scar, just like the one that did on Henry's face.
Unfortunately for Wyatt, karma has come to kick him in the butt (or at least, come over and push him down the stairs while riding his car).
It actually was a pretty scary day; an emergency call to friends to watch my child care 'family', a trip to the ER, a CT scan, and obviously some bruising.
Fight club might be retired for the time being.
19 comments:
You are so cute! I think you should use that pic as your profile pic!
Poor Wyatt! I am glad it looks worse than it was! And I'm glad to see he's smiling.
oh no, that's quite a shiner! Glad he was okay, and you too of course!
Oy vey! Look at that eye! Frack was running around the house, hit a wall, bounced off the wall and into a coffee table where his eye hit the corner. We have a shiner as well! We need to get our Rockys together. LOL
Uff da, as they say here in Decorah. Sounds like an exciting day. Hopefully the boys can stay in their own corners for awhile!
first thanks for the brad/ed moment - i owe you :)
and second you look very tough and chic with that lovely ouie!
and third - poor wyatt :( seriously ouch!!
and finally, no i think i am over going to blogger. so maybe our get together really must be on some tropical island?
Tyler is gonna get ya! YOU TALKED ABOUT FIGHT CLUB!! oh man I already loved you and then you quoted Fight Club now I have to worship you.
Oh I got ya beat, though saddly this happened in a time before blogs when digital cameras used a funny little thing called a disk.. dating myself I know.. My son headbutted me in the nose so hard, with his big ol' Irish noggin, it bled like a fountain.. but that didn't bother me.. cuz I was OUT COLD! He still loves to tel the story.. mom abuser!
Oh NO! That looks horrible!
Wow! what a black eye...
Scary!! I hope Wyatt is okay :)
Oh, my goodness.
Does that warrant the expression "boys will be boys?"
I hope it doesn't scar!
Ouch! That looks awful! I want to thank you for stopping by during my SITS spotlight. Please come back anytime. Blessings, Nancy
Aww I'm so sorry that happened... but that black eye is totally BAD ASS!
Glad he's okay.
I bet you are getting some "looks" from people out in public...I always feel like people look at me like I beat my boys when one of them are injured. My oldest got a black eye like that from a baseball and boy did the people stare at me...
I'm so glad he is going to be ok...My baby is the one who scratches my face, daily...and now he is learning to pinch...Ouch!
OH my!!! Look at those love marks, lol! I'm glad yo both made it out alive.
And now I will spend the rest of my day thinking about Ed and Brad and promising not to talk about fight club :-)
Oh my goodness!! That is crazy!!
Glad to hear that my house is not the only one sometimes practicing survival of the fitest!!
Hope you are better and sure think that a glass or two (or hey bottle) of wine would make you feel lots better! :)
Ohhhh mister!! That just looks awful...now the post above makes a lot more sense. :) Poor guy. I'm glad he's ok!!
Poor babies--why do they always get such big bruises?!
Glad everyone is OK!
Hey neighbor to the east. Glad all was well again after the big fall. Holy cow. Oh, and I'm so envious of The Killers concert - I'd love to go see them in concert. My little terrorist loves to hit things with swords and his plastic hammer, so I'm thinking of finding him a fencing class. Not that I need another bill to add to the budget!
It's all fun and games till someone puts out an eye.
Seriously I was cracking up till I saw that black eye.
His peep? My 3 year old calls her brothers peep a tail. and she came into the room a little while ago and announced to her older sisters (who never see the tail, for modesty's sake) that Asa has a tail. Luckily they had NO IDEA what she said or what she was talking about.
Meanwhile EVERY time I change Asa's diaper, Asa plays and tugs on his tail. Interesting...I had no idea this started in infancy.
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