Fat Lip

I thought I have the mastered the art of ducking my head when Jack Jack's head is about to hit me. Or so I thought. It seems to be a normal sight when I look at the mirror with a fat lip. I still feel lucky that it isn't a blackeye or a broken nose.

Speaking of a broken nose, I thought I had that too the other morning. I opened my eyes to find out that it is too late to move and BANG! Jack Jack's head just landed on my nose. I felt a bit of nausea and raised my hand to feel my nose. It isn't broken. I guess for a nose that doesn't have much of a bone it would take much more force for it be damaged.

I hope no more damages would come in the future. Having a boy really is a lot of trouble fun.