Bump head

You are one tough cookie. Today was shaping up to be a 90 degree day. I had to get in the vegetable garden and clean it up a bit as well as plant some broccoli seeds for a fall harvest. You were running around with the dogs. You were back under the walnut tree in the shade pulling out grass and putting it on Kaya so she could eat. For some reason you can running over towards the garden with your drink cup in your hand. The grass is pretty long back there and it's not the most even ground due to groundhogs. You tripped over something just at the right distance from the garden to smack your forehead (right between your eyes) on the railroad tie border of the garden. It was a good bump and you started crying immediately. You're not a big crier when you get hurt so when you do we know it's bad. I raced out and picked you up and started rocking you. You calmed down pretty quickly. I looked at your forehead and it bruised up immediately. I finished my work in the garden and we went inside. Then I could see you had developed a pretty good bump. Dad just had his wisdom teeth out and had these penguin ice packs for his cheeks. I tried to get you to hold one on your head. That didn't work well at all! You kept wanting to just look at the penguin or put them on your cheeks since you saw Dad do that. By the time we left for a shopping outing after your nap, it was bruised a good 2 inches across your forehead - eyebrow to eyebrow. You look like you have a unibrow. When Dad got home and saw it you said, "Good bump," since that's what I kept telling you. Then you followed it with, "Bump head." You sure did!

Speaking of speaking. You don't ever stop! Now it's sentences and pointing out what things are whose and airplanes and trucks and motorcycles (even just from the sound of them). You are starting to count to 5 on your own, although sometimes you skip 1. Not sure what that's about. It's very odd to have a 2 sided conversation with you. It's nice.

You do have your days and moods though. When you don't get what you want (and it's usually about food) you yell, "No mama," or "No daddy," or lean towards me out of your high chair to hit me. Then you end up in time outs for a while. Sometimes you don't want to try sitting on the potty chair. Sometimes you kick and scream (like tonight for example) when we try to get you off because you're just stalling your bedtime and not really peeing. Tonight you had major drama around the pajamas you wanted to wear. You wanted to wear the whale ones, but those have shorts and we have the air conditioning on so I wanted you to wear pants. You picked out the monkey ones but as soon as Dad went to put them on you, you flung yourself backwards yelling "Whales!" You'll have to grow out of drama soon, dear. I don't do well with drama. You are also a HUGE fan of watermelon. You'll eat nearly 2 cups of watermelon if we let you. It's good for you, so I don't mind, but you have to eat something else sometime!