Yesterday at the park Lucca fell down and scraped his face. I was standing right next to him, too... chit-chatting with another mom. Mother of the Year!! that's me. sigh.
He's in good spirits, facial injury notwithstanding.
He's in good spirits, facial injury notwithstanding.
In other news, last night he talked in his sleep. One of his favorite words these days is "car"- he makes the sign and says "cahhh!" This comes up a lot; as it turns out, cars are EVERYWHERE. Last night I had just gotten him back to sleep and was almost asleep myself when he sort of half sat up, made the car sign and emphatically declared, "cahhh!" and then lay back down, asleep. What was he dreaming?
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