Our Daredevil

Yes, Luke has been at it again. On Saturday at the park, he was hanging from some monkey bar type things (not quite the same playground equipment here as in the States). He decided that he wanted to drop to the ground, so Daddy was right there ready to catch him. But he tells Daddy that he wants to fall by himself. Now, this is about a 6-7 foot fall, but Luke's pretty determined. So Daddy decides it can't hurt him that bad, right? Let him be brave! He falls. Boom. Crash. Skid. Screaming ensues. Thankfully there were no broken bones or teeth. Somehow he landed then hit the ground face first and slid a little bit in the dirt. It tore the little piece of skin on his gums just above his two front teeth so he had blood coming out of his mouth and nose. We are SO thankful that we didn't have to take him to the doctor here. There are American doctors who live here that we could have seen, at least. Where we lived before, that wasn't even an option. Anyway, he ended up with strawberries on his nose, upper lip, and chin. And, you know, the determining factor as to whether or not an owie is really serious is if there is blood. There was definitely blood. But we had him swish water in his mouth and spit it out, then tried to clean his face off a bit and he was off and playing again within 15 minutes. The funniest thing was when we got home and he saw his face in the mirror. He started counting his face owies and was like, "Mom, I have 1,2,3,4...5 owies!" Like he was proud of them. Just as long as he didn't break anything... Here's a commemorative picture of Luke sporting the face owies. This is actually the day after, so they look a little better than the first day. Crazy kid.