My Black-eyed Baby

So, Donny calls me at work on Monday afternoon (MLK day - which means all three kids at home all day with just him). He said that Philip had fallen and hit his face on something and he had a nice rosey cheek from it. Madilyn said he fell and hit the wall. I, of course, have my doubts about that. He seemed fine when I got home, so I didn't think much else about it, until Tuesday afternoon when I picked him up from daycare, and his face looked like this


I Know, right! Poor little kid. Well, the next day when I picked him, he looked like this (he's chewing on a banana, in case you were wondering why he looks like he has a rocky mouth)


and then the next day


and the next


Of course, it could be worse. He could look like this


This is Madilyn after she got stung in the face by a wasp last spring. Crazy, huh! Hopefully no one from Child Protective Services reads my blog. We might not be safe, especially with Donny's history. By the way, he will not appreciate me adding that little comment. And Madilyn will certainly not appreciate me posting that picture of her. She would die, so don't tell her, okay!

You have to admit though, that even with a total black-eye, Philip is still the cutest kid ever! Madilyn, all swollen and bruised, not so much. Sorry babe, but I must speak the truth!