The bruised monkey

Justin was jumping on the bed. He's been told over and over not to do that, and so has Leanna. Both continue to risk it every chance they get. It finally caught up to Justin. I didn't actually see it but he smacked his head on either the wall or the headboard part of the bed frame. Instant goose egg. From his eyebrow three quarters of the way(at least)up his forehead. With a nasty long purple middle section. I calmed him down and then called the doctors office just to check. Being a mother I remember the 13 year old girl who got hit with a hockey puck while watching a game and died of a blood clot the next day. Better safe than sorry, right? They said he's probably fine but you should bring him to the emergency room for an X-ray just to make sure there's no fracture behind the eye or anything. She said we didn't have to though if we didn't want to. Tom didn't want to, and by the time he got home the swelling had gone down to almost nothing so it didn't look as bad. Then a few hours later he-Justin- goes and touches a light bulb(while it was on) and went for Daddy to kiss it("Burn! Burn!"). It just never stops here. I wonder what I am in store for with Timothy.

By the way both Leanna and Justin know the lovely song/rhyme No More Monkeys Jumping On The Bed. It makes absolutely no impression on them. But it's really fun to say! (Justin's also a big fan of ".......and they all rolled over and the little one says, roll over, roll over! So they all rolled over and the little one says........")