Flirting with Disaster

My main goal is to keep Nate from grave injury and it seems his main goal is to be injured. I once saw a shirt that read "Master of Disaster"...which would be totally appropriate for our little daredevil. Every day he gets hurt. Yesterday he fell head first HARD into a door frame and got a big knot on the side of his face by his eye. This morning, just as we were walking out the door, he fell and started bleeding from the mouth. It got all over my shirt and filled a wash rag as I tried to stay calm and stop his crying. He usually gets over these injuries pretty fast, but the knot in my stomach and the cringe in my heart takes longer to fade I think. He's a tough little boy, thank goodness. And I guess I have to accept that he is going to be aggressive, that he'll climb (and fall!), and run around and bang into things. That's my boy.