Robbie cracked his head pretty nicely last night on the step up out of our kitchen. He navigates this one step a thousand times a day without a problem. Last night I think he was just overtired, and not feeling especially coordinated. It's the first really bad head bonk he's had, and he did the crying-without-breathing thing for a few seconds until he got over the shock of the fall. After he recovered, mommy did her own tear-shedding. :)
Today at lunch: "Check out my goose-egg!"
"It doesn't look very big or blue today, but last night it had my mommy pretty worried! I don't know what the fuss is about."
He recovered well, and although it's his first decent injury, (sadly) I know it won't be the last.
We are now the proud owners of a soccer ball ice pack.