Before…so stoked!
During…
After…he fell on a downhill and got owies, but he’s such an amazing fella. Despite a scuffed up forehead and painful fat lip (and torn frenulum), he kept his chin up and played merrily upstairs with me. When I fell asleep on the bed, I awoke (when Tom brought Cameron up from her nap) to find he’d covered me with his favorite red blanket.
Why can’t we take the falls for them? I feel so sad that he got hurt (but, I s’pose part of me is very glad I didn’t actually see it happen). I wish I could rewind the moment. I need a visit to the Bunny Planet. And, yes, now I’m looking for a good full-face helmet that will fit him properly.
