Scrapes

We take a break from our normally scheduled activities (namely, wearing ourselves clean out playing outside) to share with you this most innocent and wholesome of sights.

I call it 'Number One Sign that Spring is Here':

Bumps, bruises, cuts, scrapes, bites--you name it, we've got it. The bandage on B's left knee covers a particularly frightening scrape that had me, a fairly chill mom when it comes to such things, a mite worried for a few days, particularly when he matter-of-factly informed me that his knee was "crying." (Ew.) Glory be, it seems to have done the expected and healed nicely on its own, and also glory be to the fact that a minor cold snap has come our way and forces us to be in jeans and long sleeves and sneakers. No more spills for now.

Oh, and if you saw that picture and thought "dirty feet," then you get Second Place. Because we also have those, too.

In closing: Why did I ever get white towels?