Call Me What You Want

My poor, poor little Jimmy boy. 

The boy always gets hurt... ALWAYS.  I feel so bad. 

This is him this morning standing on a speaker.  He has to climb everything.  Remember how cute this face is before you see t he next pictures.

Remember when he was in the stroller and it rolled down the street when he was an infant?  And I never knew until a woman brought him home to me.

Remember when he opened the oven and burned  his fingers?

He also fell off the retaining wall onto the cement last month.

He has had his fingers shut in the door by his sister 3 times... including today (before this other accident).

BUT....

Today was the worst of all.  And it was my fault.

There was a break in the rain so I called my mom up and asked if she would join me for our walk up skyline.

We went, they played and ran around a little.  It got cold so I put James back in the stroller.  I was busy getting Derek and Jillian settled that I didn't realize I hadn't buckled James in.

We were walking and his crackers fell.  He leaned forward to try to reach them and I see him falling...

I try to catch him.  I didn't make it. 

He fell right onto his face on the asphalt. 

He screamed... whaled, actually.  I cursed.  Then almost cried too.

This was right after we got home and the bleeding from his nose had stopped.  His right eye was pretty much swollen shut.  His nose also swollen.  The bump on his forehead later turned to golf ball size.  I imagine it will look better in the morning.  I sure hope so.  I checked his pupils with a flashlight to make sure they still dialate and he didn't have a concusion.  He was very cranky and uncomfortable tonight.  I'm sure that head of  his hurt like no other.

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I wish the pictures could display how bad he really looks.  But maybe I'm glad my camera stinks (or I stink as a photographer) so you don't call CPS on me.

My mom already says she's taking him away from me.