Two days ago he got another war wound. This time, a hole in his head. In twenty months, we've had seizures, bloody scars and multiple head wounds. After each injury, he runs to me, signs "hurt," demands a kiss (even if the wound is covered in blood or peanut butter), signs thank you and is off and running. This boy is going to give me a heart attack.
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He is losing his baby-ness fast. The 2nd pic is especially boyish.
Do you remember the old SNL skit.... Massive Head Wound Harry?!?! LOL
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