My Bruiser

Now, I don't know if the word means the same in other cultures but 'Bruiser' in South Africa is someone who is a bit of a thug.

My accident-prone child (aka Bruiser) is far from being a thug. Cullen is absent-minded, slow at most things (especially eating!), quick to hurt himself, and is as cute as a button.

He was sitting on the back of my friend's sofa while watching Jordan assemble a transformer when he somehow fell off the sofa and landed chin first onto the hardwood floor.

Now as some of you know, Cullen has a pair of lungs on him. He screams like a girl at the best of times and man, did he let out a top-notch girl-scream after that fall. My sister Charlie calls Cullen 'Squeaker' because of his high (sometimes whiny) voice but I'll add 'Screamer' and now 'Bruiser' to that growing list of names.

Warren is in Australia and has our digital camera so I had to take these photos using the camera in my cell phone.

The bruising is more purple in real life but these photos will give you an idea of how it looks. Of course he's really proud of his bruise and shows it off whenever he can.

Oh and by the way, he closed his fingers in the bathroom door this afternoon as well.