trouble

You'll be happy to know that while I was not posting, William managed to survive falling out a window.

and crashing down some bleachers.

and diving into some thorny bushes.

and sliding into the oven handle.

and burning himself on a griddle.

and also several biting incidents.

so really, things have been pretty normal for him.

However, on Friday night he and Michael got in a fight in the front room. I was on the phone with my sister at the time, and trying to ask her about something, so when I heard William start screaming I just went in and scooped him up, holding him on my lap while I finished my call. After I hung up a moment later he was still wimpering so I wrapped him tighter, leaned against the couch and tucked his head under my chin.

and there was something wet in his hair.

I shifted back to look and realized he was covered in blood. It was trickling down the left side of his face, pooling in his collar. It was spattered all over my neck and shirt.

He had split his head.

And I know what you're wondering, you're wondering "How did this happen?"

but I don't really think the question is "How did this happen?" so much as "How has this not happened before?" because William is...William. I'm pretty sure I've talked about this before, but William is not satisfied unless he is actively defying someone, usually Chris or me or death.

sometimes all three.

it wasn't actually his fault, this time; Michael threw a block at his head. I'm not sure who was more surprised it actually connected. Michael's aim is improving.

In any event, I don't think it will happen again.

and the point is we're fine.

for now.