...even in Australia, right?
Reese dawdled by the car when we returned home from our idyllic errand-running. He swung around and around a little oak tree near the curb while I carried Xander into the house. I heard a cry and turned to see him laying face-down on the pavement behind our car. He tells me that he was spinning and that he fell off the curb. The result? Twice-bitten and scraped lip, scraped upper lip and nose, bruised and scraped forehead.
The day kindof spiraled down the drain from there. Once you clobber your face, your good will is used up, I suppose. He had a runny nose that prevented the nose/lip scrapes from drying, and that bothered him all day. He thought it was still bleeding and asked me to make his blood stop. :o( Poor kid. He also had a tough time getting out of his car seat later, fell twice, gave himself a black eye, refused to speak to me, and then fell asleep on a friend's couch.
He looked MUCH better the next day, when I took these pics, and his mood is improving as well.