Roughy Toughy....

Thomas is by far the roughest little thing I know. I just told Tommy the other day I would not be surprised if we make our first ER visit before he is two. Monday was an all aroud rough day for him but it never slowed him down. To start off the morning he was out on the back porch with Gracie when he tripped over his own feet (he tends to try and be faster then his feet) and busted his top lip. Cried for a split second and continued on his way. Later that afternoon it only got worse. While I was cooking dinner he and Gracie were outside again on the back porch when I heard a bang and ran outside to see Thomas in his Little Coupe car laying on his side on the ground. He was driving the car around the porch when he decided to try to make it down three steps in the car. Didn't quite work out for him. Then after dinner Tommy and I decided to take the kids for a walk and were going out to the garage when Thomas once again was going to quick for his feet and fell down head first on the one brick step going into the garage. He caught himself before he completly fell so was kind of doing a sort of head stand until I could pick him up. So then he added a brick implant to his forehead to match the busted lip and goose egg of his head. So finally off to the play ground and large field by our house to run and play when of all things Thomas finds a golf ball in this huge field. Before I could take it from him he throws it straight up only to come back and hit him square in the head. He just looked a us with this confused look like what was that. I couldn't quite laughing thinking okay I need to take you home and wrap you in bubble wrap then let you play.