The morning started off nicely with a swan dive off of the pew at mass directly onto a very nice elderly gentleman's feet. Payne got a beauty of a kneeler shaped bruise on his eyebrow as a souvenir. Late this afternoon he completely ate it crawling all over a chair he wasn't supposed to be messing with, and he ended up with a scrape on his neck, bump on the back of his head, and goose egg on his forehead from that fall.
I swear, on days like this I just want to put him safely in bed at 6 p.m. and start over tomorrow. (sigh)
Here's the damage. You can tell he's really torn up about it. I'm sure these will ripen to a lovely blue grey overnight.
Payne says he knows nothing about a church pew and you should see the other baby.
You can also see his chipped tooth from a previous spill. I prefer to think of the look as "rugged".
On a happier note, Piggy was able to join us for dinner. He really enjoyed the chipotle chicken. I think he will be enjoying it for some time, since it's now ground into his snout curls for all eternity.