It actually looks better than it was. I saw it happen in slow motion. He was half way up the boardwalk, his shoe slipped, and he fell right off face first.
In true Hardin fashion he was much more upset with the mouth full of dirt, dirty hands, and dirty clothes. I played along and called the blood dirt. It was not pretty.
I drove the golf cart home with a toddler saran wrapped around me. Arms locked, cheek to cheek. He wasn't crying, so I knew he was fine, but he was not a happy camper.
After bath he asked to watch Team Umizumi in mommy's bed. Needless to say I said yes.
His lip continued to swell and was bigger when I put him down than in this picture, but I'm hopeful he'll be back to normal in the morning.
He keeps us on our toes, this one! No more Crocs at the play ground. Sneakers all the way.
PS. I always send him to school in nice cute clothes. I always come home to him looking like a ragamuffin. Not sure who hates crotch snaps more, daddy or Gigi. And we're trying to grow out his hair a bit. That's not helping the look, but he's still the cutest thing I've ever laid my eyes on.
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