Jason just coined this phrase as we were discussing Will's adventure filled day from yesterday. An active baby is bound to get a few bruises, I guess. Bumps 1 and 2 were at Grandma Hilary and Grandpa Ed's house while he was using their couch as a jungle gym. Daddy caught him as he was diving over the arm, past the end table, and onto the ground. Will got two small bumps from the end table (above his right eye and ear), but he was intercepted airborne and didn't hit the ground. Will was pretty upset for a few moments, but I think he was scared about the flight more than the coffee table hit.
Bump 3 was just pulling a hard plastic toy off the fireplace hearth while losing his balance and having the plastic part smack him between the eyes. Small toy; small bump.
This picture seemed appropriate for this post. It's from Monday when he was wearing his Colts blue and looking sad. It was supposed to be his Super Bowl win celebration outfit, but we didn't have any black and gold, so he wore it even though the Colts got beat up.






