Graceless

My son looks like an abused child. And in a way, he is. At this point in his life, he completely lacks grace, balance or the ability to catch himself when he falls...except with his face.
Of course, that doesn't stop him from running, jumping, climbing and imperiling his life in any number of creative, high-octane pursuits. Today's blood donation: falling out of the van onto the gravel driveway. Because of the new installation of carnage, you can no longer see the huge, yellowing bruise from when he crawled out of his high chair and fell onto the corner of the dining table. We clean and bandage and nurse each new injury, and just as it is healing up nicely, he finds a newer, grander one to take its place.

It wouldn't be so bad if they weren't all on his face!