"Ooh, it's just like a bloodbath in here today..."

Little kids get hurt. Often. It's just a fact of the stage we're in. They don't yet have a good grip on things like balance. Posture. Restraint. The door handle. Let's face it, they're just walking menaces {if that}. Proven anew by the fresh shiner Sydney's sporting under her eye, suffered when a spirited romp around her room this morning ended with a spill into a precariously tipped puzzle piece.


And this is just the latest in a string of mishaps. Also taking place in the Coleman household as of late:

• Elijah hauled off and bit Sydney. On the face. I think he was as surprised as she was - he was just trying to love on her. Well, he loved some good toddler-sized teeth marks right onto the meaty part of her cheek, and the teary, indignant Sydney and I got to have a talk about how little her brother understands of his own actions and how forgiveness is a nice thing.
• Seconds before I would have swooped him up to put him down for the night, Elijah tripped on his own pants, did a face-plant onto the hardwood floor, and experienced his first bloody nose. He wasn't a fan. Neither, I'll say, was I. Your own child's blood is never a pleasant last sight before bedtime.
• The latest run of head colds turned into the dreaded Sydney fevers once again, and Friday morning she had another febrile seizure, albeit a mini one...only 15 seconds or so. We're currently on day 5 of higher than normal temps, so hopefully it's nearly run its course. She topped out around 106...scary, but can you tell we're getting more used to these?