Welcome to the club little boy...Owen received his first official black eye over the weekend...Trying to play and keep up with the big boys at Ty's brother's house Owen fell and hit the fireplace right on the corner of his eye...like a good mother...I yelled at Tate when he brought him upstairs...blaming it on him...had Tate in tears...Owen pale, injured and in tears...and me on the verge of panic...
When I came back down to earth...I realized he would live...and apologized to Tate for being a nuratic mother...
When Tate brought him upstairs it was allready purple and he had a goose egg sticking about an inch of his face...I think we were also lucky we weren't on our way to get stitches...
So he has his first battle wound and he looks like one little mean dude with his black eye...Welcome to the club...your right of passage as a little boy...
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I'm a neurotic mom, too. Maybe WE could start that club! :) Poor dude, battle wounds and little boys are like two peas in a pod.
oh gosh. that picture totally makes me cringe. poor little O.
i was just going through my comments from 2008…when i decided i would go private.
i had totally forgotten that you left a comment and was happy to see the comment and your blog address. i have been catching up on your darling "club" for a while now and it looks like all is well over there at the peterson pad.
so fun to the sports and life posts…i can totally relate.
i'll be back to check now that i have you in my reader.
it was great to see you at the last basketball game. you look great and so does the rest of your clan. appearantly matt told me that the ending to the game was just like every other time we played your team…we just melted in the end. i'm sure we are bound to run into you through the years of sporting. even into high school…crazy!
isn't having boys who love to play so fun!
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