So I've been told boys can get crazy. Expect lots of bumps and bruises. Truthfully, that's already been the case for miss Emma. I'm not ready for hospital visits though. Or stitches. Broken bones, no thanks.
Looking back on last night, I realize it wasn't that bad. Bedtime is always chaotic, I was frazzled and the blood made me panic. Easton and Emma were playing in his room while I put Elissa to bed. He jumped on to his bean bag and missed. The corner of a shelf made contact with his head though.
Emma came into my room to tell me he hit his head and he wasn't far behind. I won't lie, the sight of blood dripping done his forehead made my heart stop momentarily.
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