Don't Blame the Horse

Or "At Least It Wasn't the Electrical Outlet Part 2." Babies—specifically toddlers (specifically boys?)—are accident prone! So far Milo has chipped his front tooth (Thanksgiving 2007) and given himself a black eye and rug burn (January 2008)—and that's just the big stuff. Daily he's tripping over things, running into things and knocking his head against things. He loves to climb on Finley—at which point Finn stands up and Milo usually rolls off. Kaboom. So, Saturday as we were getting ready to meet Milo's grandparents for dinner in Olney we were hanging out in his room. (He loves to play in his room—so many things to pull out of his dresser, a little garbage can to empty, diapers to throw!) He has taken a new liking to Austin—the awesome wooden horse Aunt Beth brought all the way from Texas for his first birthday. Anyway, so we're getting ready to leave and Milo's foot gets caught under his brown shaggy rug (the real culprit in all of this!) and he goes head first into Austin. No time to brace himself or for mommy and daddy to catch him. Milo noggin to horsey noggin. Luckily, there was no blood. Just a giant bruise that immediately formed on his little forehead. There was a silent cry (the worst kind as any parent can attest!) and lots of tears (for all of us.) Daddy ran and got the biggest bag of ice mommy has ever seen—enough for a family brain freeze—and eventually he calmed down. And Milo did too. (Photos: When Austin arrived at Milo's birthday party. And happier times.)