Max has his first official skinned knee. We were playing in the front yard waiting for Brian to get home, and Max took a spill. I felt like it happened in slow motion. Based on his reaction, I was convinced he was going to be bloody from knee to ankle. Luckily that wasn't the case. It was just a bit of a scrape. He was fully recovered with just a little love, and of course a cold cup of milk.
I think it is obvious by my lack of posts, but I am officially back to work. We started last week and it feels like we never even left. . . I sure am glad that I love my job. If I didn't, I don't think I could leave my little man each day!
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