In his eyes anyway. The kids rode their bikes while I ran behind them. As we went around the block, he looked back at us and when he turned back around is when his balance got out of control and he fell. It wasn’t a bad one, just a little scrape and he got up and rode some more.
On the way back around the other side of the block, he was playing around and rode up a driveway and when he rode back down the driveway, his wheel turned too quick for him and that’s when the 2nd crash occurred.
Ouch… I ran over to him, even though im not a “Oh poor baby” kindof mom and gave him some love.
He was a little shaken up about it so I carried his bike home while holding his right hand. It was kindof sweet. He did allow me to take some pictures because I said I would take them to show his grandma’s. Which I noticed worked very well because he was all about the “Poor me.”
A lot like his father.
What a sweet little boy.
We Neosporin-ed it and bandaged it all up. He limped a little until no one was watching.
A lot like his father.
While that was happening, Cecily was on the floor telling me to wait because she was looking for an ow-ie for a Band-Aid. Did I love Band-Aids as much as these kids do? Um, not sure if I did.
Oh and I thought I would add in the ensemble, once again that Cecily has put together. This time, they were Charlotte's 18 month old pj's.
Poor kid...he sounds just like Taggert...he does the SAME thing! Not sure where he got that from! I swear I was tougher than that as a kid!!! LOL
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