It was bound to happen at some point, and I guess going unscathed until the age of 3 isn't too bad. Tate is an avid horse rider, stick horse rider. He loves racing, and lately chasing his sisters and bumping them with the horse. Yesterday morning as I was doing McKenna's hair, Tate began chasing Tyler while on his horse and I heard them heading downstairs. I'm not sure if he fell down the stairs or when he got to the bottom of the stairs he tripped, but I found a line along his right eye where he'd been hit.
For the remainder of the day I was instructed, "no touch my owie Mommy." Although it must not have been hurting too badly because he got into my makeup drawer and tried to put on eyeliner-the marks above his eyebrow.
This morning his eye was a bit puffier and beginning to color. Now when we go places people just think I beat him, although no one wonders why, they're still telling me I have my hands full with this one.


2 comments:
I can't believe he didn't cry when it happened. Tate sure is a tough guy.
Oh. My. Goodness! He is adorable! War wound and all.
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