I'm No Cry Baby...

...is what his favorite t-shirt says. Well, as you can see, Dylan got a black eye from our neighbor George when they were practicing ringing our door bell and running away (Ding dong ditch) while we took Wrigley for a short walk. This was the same day he had his staples removed from cracking his head open at the Monticello fire house with Grandpa. Theeennnnn...on Sunday the 12th, when our friends Amy and Maddie visited, Dylan was obviously showing off for her by jumping off Reagan's bed with a paint brush in his mouth. We spent the next four hours in the Riverview ER mostly waiting and getting an IV for the contrast for his catscan to make sure he didn't damage his ears or puncture any major veins. It hasn't slowed him down at all and when he's at his peek of exuberance I remind him, "Do you want to go back to the hospital?" and he gets a sobering look on his face and takes it down a few notches.