End of daylight savings wasn't as bad as it could have been. Halloween landing on the Saturday night before worked out well. Still, Cinco was up at 6am on Sunday, which explains why a lot of what happened yesterday, happened.
While eating breakfast, he slipped off the chair and hit his cheekbone and bruised it.
At church, he pushed the "Call For Help" button on the elevator. The fire department came.
In the playroom after service, he slipped and fell and got a bloody nose.
We decided to leave before anything else happened and walked over to the park where he promptly fell and scraped his cheek climbing on a retaining wall.
And then got a second bloody nose when he fell on the playground equipment.
We got home, and while I was putting him down for his nap, Baby R decided to "color" with stamp pads and got ink all over her legs, hands, and in places on her arms and stomach, as well as the kitchen floor.
And then I ran away. But I came back. And we had lots of snuggles that made it all worth while.
That, and then the Royals won the World Series for the first time in 30 years. And suddenly it became the Best. Day. Ever.