No matter how careful and watchful I am, he still manages to get hurt. This is the part about parenthood that I dread and I fear that this is not the end of cracked open heads, bumps, and bruises, and hopefully I will never have to deal with broken bones. He got this doozy just running across the pavement like he always does. This time he tripped and didn't get his arms out in time to catch himself, thus, the cracked open head and goose egg. Thank goodness it wasn't as bad as I initially thought when blood was gushing down his face (head wounds bleed like the dickens!) We put lots of pressure on that baby and it quit bleeding pretty quickly and revealed the cut was too small to require stitches, which I am grateful for. I didn't want him to go through any more trauma than he had to, or I had to:) I guess this is all part of raising a rambunctious and daring little boy!