Well, now instead of being just two months past due on the birthday photo, we may be waiting even longer.
About 48 hours prior to the photo session (which we had already planned to be this fabulous, playing-in-the-park, bubbles-blowing adventure), K. fell down on the sidewalk (after insisting on NOT holding hands with his grandma) and got a quarter-sized strawberry smack dab in the middle of his forehead. He is fine, thank goodness, but the thing looks HORRIBLE. Bruisy and oozy and scabby. Sigh. Figures.