We spent four days in the mountains: hiking, visiting dairy farms, bird watching, and watching Leon almost die! Ok, so maybe I am exaggerating. Leon fell into a Coy Pond. Leon fell head first into a cement lined man-made pond. I was standing right beside him and instead of being the super mom I think I am (I didn't grab him and save the day) I started screaming and covered my eyes. In the meantime Jeff pulled him out of the water. He didn't drown. He was not coughing and luckily did not hit his head. But it seemed as if his little life flashed before my eyes. The next morning he fell face forward into a cement/stone/rock walkway. That produced a swollen area and several cuts and scrapes on his forehead. I joked that Leon spends entire weeks with the Nanny without a single scratch and spends a few days with his parents and has cuts and scrapes all over his body (oh he has a random scratch on his knee from falling in the airport). Everyone says we should get used to scratches and scraps and that he'll have more. But it's soooo hard to see him in pain especially when I feel like I could have prevented it.
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