This morning Ezra decided to pull a stocking off the mantel, nailing himself directly in the face with one of those damn metal Pottery Barn stocking holders. He now has a big lump on his forehead and skinned and bloody nose.
(And this is all of two days after he fell backwards off a stepstool, yet somehow managed to split the FRONT of his upper gums wide open. Toddler physics make no sense, other than the They Will Always Visibly Injure Themselves Right Before You Need To Take Their Picture Certainty Principle.)
Also this morning, Noah was filling me in on all the juicy preschool gossip, including one classmate's slow-moving progress towards potty-training.
NOAH: And if she doesn't get to the potty on time, she'll have an accident!
AMY: Yes, So-And-So is still learning how to use the potty, and that's okay. Sometimes it takes awhile and...
NOAH: So-and-So needs to learn the TRUE SPIRIT OF CHRISTMAS!
NOAH: (thinks for a bit) Listening. And using the potty.