Your First Shiner...

Day 334:

Another first, Conor, though this is not one to brag about necessarily.  With Mommy out and about running errands and the like, you and I sat down to more than an hour of playtime!  Of course, this would be one of the best parts of my day and I would like to think yours as well.  However, as I've learned more than once, take your eyes off a toddler for a second and disaster can strike!  Okay, not disaster but certainly something undesirable.  In this case that would be you taking a header into a bucket of toys of which your eye and the bridge of your nose would take the brunt of the slam...

Now Conor, I know all about slamming, Son.  As a skateboarder, skier, BMX'er, motorcyclist, and all around dare-devil (in my younger days, anyhow), I've got the scars to prove it.  In fact, my Mom, your Mom-Mom, talks about a time when I was about your age and I tumbled down a couple of stairs resulting in a broken collar bone which is still visible even today.  The aftermath of that injury would see me attempting to crawl with an arm sling on which, as you might imagine, is considerably more difficult than to crawl with both arms!  Well, here's to hoping you're not too much a chip off this old block and that today's bonk was just a one off...

After you cried for a moment or two, and really not much at all to your credit, I scooped you up to check you out and you were perfectly content within moments.  Though inside of five minutes it appeared, Boy'O... The shiner!

It's not horrible.  A small black and blue and red mark off the corner of your right eye as well as across the bridge of your nose though really no swelling.  Still, as a parent you can't help feeling like a heel whenever your kid gets any kind of injury, especially while on your watch, and so of course I had to explain the shiner to your Mom.  And frankly that stunk almost as much!  Though of course she was understanding...

Just remember this Son, pain is temporary, chicks dig scars, but glory... glory is forever, Boy'O.

I love you, Conor.  My little tough guy...
-Dad