Here's how he got the black eye. He was walking/running to the coach. When he got close, he leaned to hold on to it. He misjudged his distance and hit the wood at the bottom of the couch. He actually only cried for a minute. He didn't even want to be held and loved on very much afterwards. I still felt so bad. His little eye looked so bad.
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It sounds weird to say, but it makes me feel so much better to see other boys Ryan's age with bruises and bumps on their head. Sometimes I feel like Ryan's the only one that gets bruised up and feel like a bad mom. It's so sad to see it though. I'm glad they're tough boys!
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