My boy is a magnet for bruises

So in the past few days Darrian has fallen off the couch and smoked his head, plowed into the corner of our kitchen wall (big bruise on his forehead from that one), got hit by a soccer ball at Jeff's game yesterday (fortunately just a glancing blow), electrocuted himself (grabbed an outlet at the soccer game that didn't have a cover and got a good shock) and bashed his head on the corner of the stove drawer. Boy I'm glad he's got a short memory. At this rate, he's not going to make his second birthday unless we stick him in a bubble.

He's also discovered dogs. And he loves them. If he sees one - in a picture, on the TV, anywhere - he starts grinning like a fool and does his best to get to it. The funny thing is, if he actually gets beside one he just stands there and grins. Doesn't pet it or anything, just smiles at us and tags along with the dog where ever it goes. Crazy kid. If we can find the money, I sense the purchase of a canine in our future.