And That's How It Works

Just when I was finishing that last post, Sandi went up to get Wyatt because he was nap-protesting with high volume. Lo and behold, she found Wyatt surrounded by blood. Scary! So we played like we were on CSI and decided (based on the spray pattern and other important pieces of evidence) that he had bumped his mouth on the rail and you know mouth injuries, they bleed, hence the large amount of scary-looking-but-innocuous blood. Don't worry, he's fine. In fact, he's now curled up with Grandpa in the black chair with an Elmo book. And Sandi's doing all the laundry off Wyatt's bed, so I'm free to blog. This is good stuff!