You would not know, given the big smile on my boy’s face, what a rough week he’s had. I had to bribe him slightly to get this big smile, but more on that later.
It started off on Friday, with an unfortunate meeting between Jayce’s little head and the pavement curbside. He had a few big scrapes and a good knot, but surprisingly no bruising. Luckily, babies are resilient, but it looked so bad on Friday that I purposely didn’t take a picture, if that tells you anything.
Moving into this week, Jayce had his doctor’s appointment and shots one day. The next morning, we pulled out some socks since temperatures had dropped so rapidly around here, and he seemed fine walking around in them other than initially picking his feet up very deliberately and looking at them, much like a cat with tape on their paw.
While I was tending to Jayce’s little finger and trying to keep him distracted enough to let me do so, I grabbed the first bright and interesting looking object from the closet by the bandaids, a box of earplugs. (I know, so exciting, it’s the little things though, right?) Jayce was pretty intrigued with shaking the box and then mashing one of the earplugs around. He kept trying to chew on it and I kept trying to keep it out of his mouth. In the end, I let him win since he’d gotten so banged up in the last few days. And this is the reason for his victorious smile.