First, a little background. Soren has been trying to walk for a while, but he is not great at it. He's gotten pretty good at moving around the room holding onto the furniture and walls, but sometimes he gets overconfident and things go awry. When they do, he tends to fall on his face (literally). He's in the 15th percentile for weight, you see, but the 75th percentile for head size. So he's a bit top-heavy. And he's a pale man like his parents, so he bruises beautifully.
For several weeks our daycare has been none too subtly suggesting that we are horrible parents for letting him get these injuries. "Have you seen these?!" they would say with their lovely Spanish accents, pointing to his face. "So many! I think more than yesterday!"
We get all embarrassed. "Yes, well, we usually catch him but you know, he's pretty quick . . ."
One of them said to Mr. A., "This baby looks like he's gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson!" To which Mr. A thought but did not say, "I'm pretty sure Mike Tyson could kill this baby with just one punch."
ANYway. When Mr. A arrived to pick Soren up at daycare last week, the daycare providers were somewhat subdued. The good news, they said, was that Soren had taken his first steps!
The bad news was that those steps had ended in a giant goose egg over (and under) his right eye.
|It doesn't look too bad in this picture, actually.|