I fought the wall...

...and the wall won!

On Sunday morning, after spending part of the night sick, Jeremiah has a run in with the corner of the wall between our living room and kitchen. He fell over his own feet and hit the wall hard enough to split his skin. After a consultation with the patient advisory nurse, it was decided that we needed to make a trip to the E.R. Leave it to our son to have impeccable timing because we had just received approximately 7 inches of snow and central Illinois was dealing with wind gusts up to 30 mph causing bad drifting. We're extremely thankful that we own a four wheel drive truck. Jeremiah is now the proud sporter of 3 stitches in his forehead. Hopefully he won't have much of a scar but only time will tell. He was a real trooper for the stitches, being very still and not at all whiny.

In other news, Jeremiah is excited that his dad is done with class. Here they are at Dad's graduation.

And his latest infatuation is with climbing in things. He has a "new" used toy box that is his newest hideout. Tonight I watched him carry a toy from the living room to his bedroom, put it in the toy box and then get in the box to play with it.