Ben fell this afternoon and busted his lip, the third time in about 10 days. This was the first time I was there, though. It seemed like there was blood gushing everywhere. He was crying. I grabbed a wash cloth to wipe the blood away and my cell phone to call Aunt Connie to see what else she did when he fell at MawMaw's on Easter. I remembered something about ice. However, seeing the phone shifted Ben's attention from his bloody lip to wanting to play with my cell phone. Before anyone could answer at Aunt Connie's house, he had taken the phone and had quit crying. I decided if the hurt could be cured with a cell phone, there was no need for me to panic.
Here is a picture of him later in the evening taking all the plastic containers out of the kitchen cabinet. This is almost as fun as taking all the books off his bookshelf.
Notice his shorts. His little legs are so short that they look like crop pants.