Yesterday, as Tamaryn was taking the boys to a playdate, Levi said ‘No! Big Boy,’ when offered Tammy’s hand. While Milo reached out and took her hand. They made it down the front steps and were on the very last one (of two) about to land on the sidewalk when the boys heard a garbage truck. Milo leaped off the step to see if he could find it while Levi leaned forward and stepped without looking and landed on his nose on the concrete. Tammy picked him and looked at his poor nose, he started to cry and then heard the garbage truck again and stopped, cause he was more concerned about seeing the garbage truck then his ‘owie’.

Mommy and Tamaryn are far more traumatized than Levi is. But it is painful to look at. And his gorgeous face has enough scars on it! No more!

As must of you know, Levi had a pretty bad owie on Thursday night. He fell on the slide next at the playground next door. The same slide he has done, oh, about 600 times since we moved in. But for some reason this time he fell and his face sprung a leak! I don’t know for sure what hurt him, but I think that the zipper on his fleece attacked him. More proof that fleece is an evil fabric. More on that on another day.

Here is a photo of Levi after having been taped up by the doctor and waiting for two hours at the ER, but before waiting the final three hours before we got all stitched up.

Here is Levi this morning on our way to take the ferry to see Kendall and Bradford for a lovely surprise birthday brunch! He is healing nicely and not picking at the steri-strips. But it is a little swollen and kind of black and blue.

Everyone says if he DOES get a scar, it’ll help them tell the guys apart. OK, only Meredeth said that.