I knew it was bound to having a little boy; but I guess I got overconfident because I have a late walker who is generally pretty cautious.
This past Friday I stepped out on the back porch to roll up the hose (we were planning on taking it to my in-laws so they could use it). Jackson was safely quarantined to the living room and kitchen. The kitchen cabinets have locks on them- the basement door was shut- and the living room is baby proofed and also where the majority of his toys are kept. I wasn't worried in the slightest.
I wound the hose all up and glanced back to check on my boy who was tapping on the inside of the door looking out at me. I carried the hose a few feet down by the car and tossed it over the fence. Then I heard him start crying. I figured he was just freaking out because I went out of sight. So I came back inside and to my horror saw this:
|I took this pic while trying to keep ice on it to send to my husband|
|After he calmed down :(|
|Though still swollen a ton- it got a good deal better during our wait|
I'm so glad my baby boy is fine! I on the other hand, am pretty sure I lost at least a good two years off my life!
|Back to his ornery self the next morning!|
He did end up with some bruising around his eyes-- I took this video of him today.