In the wars.

Well what an eventful day. I finally had my hair cut, yeap it has almost been a year since the last tragedy and due to the tears it caused the last time I have been boycotting the hair dresser. So after enough badgering from a friend telling me how bad I looked ( I didn't think I was that hidious) I bit the bullet and had it cut. It looks so much healthier and neater but do I look better, nah I'm still me sorry to dissapoint.

So anyway we stopped at Nanny's and after a little while it was time to go. Blaine, being the typical boy, flew out the door and ran to the car. Unfortunately he only made it as far as face planting a brick. Blood everywhere. His tooth went through his lip and the only thing I was thinking is 'Oh my god what about his teeth'. So a trip to the Emergency Dept just to be safe where we were given the OK. The poor kid last week was running to the toilet, slipped and face planted the bowl and ended up with a nice black eye so now it looks as if my little Romper Stomper has been beaten up by Mummy. There is always a positive, now he wants lots of hugs and kisses. He is such a Mummy's boy. I took a couple of pics. You can't see the cut cos its along his teeth where the swelling is but you get the idea.