Baby Bump

No, really.

Finn had his first really good bonk today, leaving him with a developing third eye. I am totally going to tell everyone he got into a bar fight so that all the other babies won't mess with him. We put some ice on it while he was nursing, and administered some Tylenol in case he gets a hangover, but he recovered very quickly, as he usually does when he gets hurt.

Once I was assured that he was not bleeding into his brain or going cross-eyed, he was free to play about the house, which he did. He is now having his morning nap, with daddywhumpus.

I am killing yellowjackets, which are making a last-ditch mass exodus into the house through the basement in response to the colder temperatures outside. It's an insect graveyard in here, with little yellow and black corpses laying about everywhere you look, some still twitching feebly. I don't feel very bad about it, as I have been stung twice; once when I stepped on one, and once when a little bastard flew up my pajama leg. That was a good one.

It's autumn, and... crap... there's another one...