We had Paul's family birthday party Sunday evening. Very low-key, just food, cake and a pinata. Right at the beginning, Eli decided to walk right in front of his cousin Nolan, which wouldn't be noteworthy if Nolan had been anywhere else but on a swing traveling at approximately 80mph. So Eli did a hard face-plant in the dirt - bloody nose, scraped forehead. Monday it was all scabbed over and looked just awful - the biggest scab covered the whole tip of his nose and almost all the way up the bridge. It was really just sick-looking. Everywhere we went, people would wince at him and ask what happened. He keeps picking the scab off and has that angry new pink skin all over his nose.
So we have two new nicknames for him - Rudolph and Scarface. We're rotten parents.