War wounds...

It seems that Noah has a new scrape on his face every week. Here is his latest. He was leaning off the step outside reaching for a toy in the dirt, lost his balance and fell face first. At first I didn't think he hurt himself but halfway to him I knew that he did. Dirt scraped his forehead down his nose and embedded in his mouth and teeth. He had a mouthful of dirt and was so sad. It broke my heart especially since I seemed to move in slow-motion in order to catch him.