Poor Evan once again fell victim to the ongoing ferocity of playground equipment. Amidst rising temperatures and rising tempers, he crossed in front of a classmate who was swinging to and fro on a tire swing. The result? A sad little fat lip.
So of course we got another one of those daycare forms sent home. You know...the ones they have to fill out to acknowledge that your kid got banged up on their watch. Good thing I don't have to fill these out for mishaps here at the house! Anyhoo...the corrective action recommended on this form stated something like, "make sure that Evan and his friends are aware of their surroundings."
Evan and his friends are all 2-3 year olds. I don't hold much hope for interest in their surroundings...much less awareness of them.

He's a gamer, though. The lip didn't keep him from sucking down copious amounts of chips and salsa at the mexican restaurant last night. He grimaced every once in a while...but my boy played through the pain.
He was shy with the pictures today. I had to chase him around a good 5 minutes to get this shot of his lip. He kept saying, "no picture, Mommy. NO PICTURE!" And then he hid in the curtains.

He'll thank me one day for my persistence. I know it.