Another time after a nap I came in and found that he was pant-less. Unfortunately the camera battery was dead for that one.
About a week ago, he was in our bathroom and had been playing in some water so his hands were wet. He slipped on our marble tile floor and went to catch himself, but his hands slipped apart and he landed right on his cheek bone. As I mentioned in a previous post, Lincoln is a master fit-thrower these days. A few hours after his first fall, he climbed up onto our bed (which is a new thing) and grabbed my scriptures. He was bound to rip some pages out so I ran to their rescue. Lincoln knew that I was going to take them away, so in anticipation he screamed, then arched his back and rolled off the bed smacking his face in the same spot on the way down. When Matt got home that evening he said, "WHAT happened to Lincoln's face???" suspecting me of child abuse. He now has quite a large bruise. This photo really doesn't do it justice.


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