Last night Matthew was crawling and slipped on the wet floor. He face planted with his pacifier in his mouth splitting the middle of his lip slightly. He was only mad because I was holding him and he couldn't play with the vacuum. He couldn't care any less about hurting his lip and bleeding. I keep telling myself I need to get used to these things. So Matthew got over his bloody lip fast, took me a little longer but I got over it too. Then he had his evening bath and Aunt Sue put him in his backpack and got him to sleep. What a night.
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