A boy named Rudolph

I took Lacey for our evening run tonight, and upon entering the house, I hear Chris yelling the words every mother dreads hearing... "Don't worry. He's alright." Well, I wasn't worried until I heard THAT! It seems that during a very rambunctious game of tag that Eli fell and scraped his nose on the magazine rack. This was compounded by the fact that he had strawberries for dinner and had large red stains all over the front of his shirt. Had I not known better I would have truly panicked seeing him with a gash on his face and a blood soaked shirt. His whole nose is bright red, despite several applications of neosporin. Unfortunately this is only the beginning of the war wounds. Heaven help me when he REALLY injures himself!