The morning we left Sedona Weston tripped on the carpet and landed on his mouth on the fireplace hearth. Lots of blood, lots of tears and very scary. But he is such a trooper...this fall was after he hit his eye on the corner of a wall and fell and scraped his knees. It was enough injuries for a month, let alone one morning.
I took this picture of him sleeping on the way up to the Grand Canyon. It breaks my heart. He had a little residual blood coming out of his mouth, a puffy eye and crazy hair. When we arrived at the Grand Canyon gate, I felt the need to fully explain the circumstances of the morning to the lady collecting money lest she think we beat our child.
As it turns out, he no longer has a frenulum now. It's that piece of skin that connects the upper lip to the gums. You would think that this loss would have landed us in some urgent care getting stitches, but the pediatrician said popsicles instead. Much nicer. Apparantly, frenulums are useless...who knew? Not me, but this mom is glad.
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