Here's Israel right before he gave himself his first
goose egg. Of course I was laying right next to him the
whole time because hello, that is a metal spoon, but it only
took a moment, as accidents often do. He cried and I soothed.
Within just a few minutes, and some nursing, he was playing
and happy and oblivious to the little bump now on his forehead.
One of many little accidents I suppose. He is a boy after
and they seem to come out of the womb happy to hit, smack,
bang, and slap anything and everything.
Yes, he is all boy, and that's just how I like him.
(notice how his hair blends in with the fur rug?)