First he burned his arm on a curling iron. Then, he somehow got a red crayon stuck up his nose. After that, we found ourselves in Urgent Care getting an X-ray confirming our fear that Grey had swallowed a penny. Just when we thought we were in the clear, Grey had another “accident”.
After tripping over his friend and falling mouth first into a leather ottoman at a party, his smile suddenly was transformed from this:
to this:
His left front tooth was knocked 1/2 way up into his gums. After a pretty traumatic several minutes including lots of blood, crying (yes, Grey AND myself), and Craig and I realizing that the tooth was in fact still “in tact” just a lot less visible, we made our way out the door and started our trek to the ER. On our way there we talked with three different dentists and our friend who had called her dad who is an ER doc. The responses were all the same: there wasn’t much the ER could or would do. So, we turned around, picked Selah up from the gracious friends who kept her, and came home. After some motrin, Grey was fine and slept awesome all night. He woke up asking for pancakes. This made us so happy. He’s fine. He’s swollen, bruised, his smile is rearranged in a way that this mom isn’t thrilled about…but he’s fine. If the dentist has to pull the tooth at the next visit, so be it…it’s a baby tooth for goodness sake, right?!
We are blessed beyond measure to have our rough and tough Greyson Daane.
So, instead of assuming I’m in the clear, I’ve come to realize that this is just the beginning…I just may not let him leave the house without a helmet and pads covering every inch of his body…oh, and a mouth guard. 
