Big goose egg. Big bruise. Nice "t" cut from some blocks that Eddie and his bestie V were playing with.
Handsome, huh? The good news is that Eddie showed no signs of concussion, was eating and drinking normally....talking and running and jumping just fine. Thank God V's mom......um...Mrs. V?...was there and kept reminding me that a bruise on the outside was better than an injury inside, checked his pupils with me, ran to get ice while I tried to console Eddie (letting him ring the doorbell worked wonders!) and together we watched him like hawks, told him not to run too fast or jump too high or do anything that was seeming remotely dangerous, mainly because this all happened from one little jump from the grass onto the sidewalk (all at the same level), with wobbly and wonky little toddler legs not pulling their weight.
My poor, poor boy. He got to drink out of his favorite water bottle, got his favorite vegetable for dinner, had a fruit popsicle at snack, got to play in the sprinkler and have his paci for pretty much the rest of the day. The neighborhood boys did their part, making him proud to show off his goose egg, feeling like an awesome little bruiser.
And what a cute little bruiser he is.
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