He's All Boy

Thursday afternoon, Sheryl and I were out in the front yard, talking with one of our neighbors. Kinsey was running around playing with bubbles and Connor was on the first step of our porch doing a little hop and then stepping down. It's a fairly small step and he was doing fine with it. At the end of our conversation, we were just about to head in and get some dinner when I heard a rather sickening thud. I looked back and Connor had faceplanted onto the sidewalk with his feet above his head on the step. I ran over to him and lifted him up and saw a huge lump developing on his forehead and blood dripping from his nose.

We ran him into the house and held him for a little bit and then looked at the goose egg on his head. It wasn't that bad and I even did the flashlight in the eyes to watch his pupils dilate and see if he was showing the signs of a concussion. I guess watching ER when it was good 10 years ago paid off. He didn't show any signs and was babbling a few minutes later. I woke him up a couple times that night to make sure he'd still wake up and he did. So I guess this is the first in a long line of possible injuries. The pic below were taken yesterday.

No, really, he doesn't have a concussion.

The goose egg is going down.

Still in a great mood.