Dylan really wanted to get a turkey to feed my brothers (they came for Memorial weekend, more soon!) so went out hunting. He was successful! This turkey was even bigger than the first. I don't know a lot (or anything, really) about turkey hunting, but from what I hear you hide, call in a turkey, and shoot. Well apparently Dylan wanted to break from tradition (or practicality, I'm not sure which) and spot and stalked his turkeys, which means he chased them down, and they are FAST!
I was nursing Lou on the couch and Hendrix was playing on the workout bench (same room but across the room) and slipped and hit his chin really hard. He started crying so I jumped up, ran put Louie in the crib (luckily she was practically asleep) and when I ran back in Hendrix had blood all over his face. I picked him up and we rushed to the bathroom. It looked like he had blood coming out of his nose and mouth. I got a cool washcloth and got him all cleaned up to discover two little puncture marks on his bottom lip, the exact size of his two top teeth. He had cried and drools and smeared the blood before, which is what made it look so bad! Anyway I got him cleaned up and showed him how to hold the cold cloth on his lip. He stopped crying really fast and took a deep breath and looked at me with his watery eyes and said "Momma. Dada home?" It totally broke my heart. I explained that no, Dad wasn't home yet, but he would be soon, and would you like to call him? Hendrix said yes so I called Dylan, told him the story really quick, and put him on speaker phone. Hendrix started pointing to his lip and talking (we understood "mouth" and it was obvious to me that he was telling Dylan what happened!) He then said "Dada, I strong" and was pretty much the sweetest thing ever.
Anyway, he had an adorable fat lip, but was no worse for the wear!