His Middle Name is Danger

David and I signed three accident reports in the past two weeks.

Daycare has a baby swimming pool filled with balls-- a makeshift ball pit. Evan was climbing out and skidded his face across the linoleum floor. That got him a good floor burn which turned into a bruise by his right eyebrow. 

Note the bruise at the end of his right brow.
Don't note that he's covered in cracker crumbs. 

I was working in Evan's daycare building last week when Ms. Elizabeth came after me with a paper in her hand. Evan had reached for something while standing at the book rack, fell and banged his forehead. It was bad... bad enough that they didn't let him sleep for two hours after that one. 

It looks like a little mark, but it's really a big knot.
Again, don't note that he's covered in grape juice. 

Then, he was standing in the doorway and fell into the door frame, resulting in a red slash above his left eye. I didn't even take a picture of that. 

I just can't keep up with this kid. I keep thinking maybe I need to take him to the doctor to make sure he doesn't have that thing that football and hockey players get from too many blows to the head.

I can't say he's particularly sad about it though...