And so it begins...

I have 3 little boys... I should just expect to spend a major portion of my time fixing scrapes and bruises and all sorts of other boo-boos. And then there's the thought of spending so much time in the prompt care that we get to know all the doctors and nurses and their life stories. Of course we'll probably just have a standing appointment at least once a week. They'll have a pool started for which boy it will be that week. (I wonder if I could get in on that!) Well, whoever guessed it would be Alex this week would win the pot!

Okay, so we didn't have to go to prompt care, but he was bleeding. Dawn mentioned it before she left, so when Adam brought him down for dinner, we noticed he had a fat lip! Sounds like he got carried away chewing on some toys this afternoon and bonked himself. He has to put everything in his mouth and especially likes chewing on the activity center bases or bouncy chair frames. Dawn said he didn't really cry, just sucked down the blood and contined playing. Poor little man! (Silly little man!)

Chicks dig scars!

Oh yeah... Logan pooped in his bath tonight. Freaked Adam out! I can't wait til the days when all three are in the tub together and someone poops... Mom look - a new toy is floating in the water!!!