Big Owie

I've dreaded this day, I really have.  I'm surprised something like this (or worse) hasn't happened sooner with as wild as Tyke is.  Poor little man was outside yesterday helping his Daddy do yard work.  Tyke went running a hundred miles an hour across our uneven sidewalk and tripped and landed right on his forehead.  He skinned it good!  Chad carried him into the house.  He was hysterical and his head looked awful.  I panicked for about thirty seconds and then calmed down and, of course, took a picture.  It was just a bad case of road rash with some grass clippings, sticker weeds, and dirt mixed in.  Poor guy!  It wasn't too fun getting it cleaned out.  Tyke really freaked out (and I got a little nauseous) during the whole ordeal.  Luckily Daddy got it cleaned up so that I could doctor it up.

This morning things are looking better.  He has a giant knot on his head that's bruised and sore.  There's a dent right through the middle of that knot that has me a little bit concerned but we'll watch him for a day or two before jumping the gun and going to the doctor (is that bad of  us?).  Here's to hoping this first big bump won't scar.  Tough Tyke!