bruiser

Ah, the joys of having a son. Three days before we are scheduled to see Santa, The Mayor hits his eye on the coffee table. He was just bending over to get his shoe, obviously standing too close to the table, and bam...hits his upper cheek area on the table. What can I say, he has his mother's depth perception...poor guy.

It was so traumatic, we had to use both boo-boo bunnies tonight. One for the cheek and the other one he wanted to chew on. He also had a haircut today...he looks like such a big boy. Makes me so sad...

daddy tending to the check while The Mayor

munches on the other boo-boo bunny

his haircut...he looks so much older now...