Diary of a major shiner

Here is the night the collision occurred. Wrestling on the bed on March 22. Isaac's head makes contact with Elijah's face.

Here it is the next morning -- he can barely open his eye. I would ask him if he could see out of his eye, and he would try to see his OTHER eye out of his eye and say, "I can't see my eye Mommy. Maybe if I look in the mirror I can."

Here he is today, two weeks after the collision. Still pretty green. But better. Oh and the reason he looks so sad? I just caught him with a handful of marshmallows that he stole from the snack cabinet. (Earlier that day we caught Isaac in a corner with an "Abigail snack" that is supposed to just be for babies.) When did my boys get so sneaky?