One day, Ty will be so steady on his feet that he will not have fall after fall resulting in bruises all over his poor head. One day that will happen, but it is not today.
A couple of nights ago, he was motoring around the living room, when he tripped and cracked his eye against the coffee table. Honestly, I didn't think much of it. I know that sounds heartless, but he falls so often that it is really not all that big of a deal anymore. He cried literally less than ten seconds, so I thought it probably hadn't hurt him much. A couple of minutes later, Adam was like, "Woah, I guess that WAS a bad fall!" I looked at his eye, and sure enough, it was a terrible combination of red, blue, and purple. Of course I felt really bad then. Luckily, Ty doesn't seem all that bothered by it. I, on the other hand, can't wait until it heals. Then, I will be able to take my son out in public without people thinking that I beat him.