Poor D squished his fingers in a drawer a FEW times today.
And then he got bonked in the head by the car door. While he was sleeping soundly on my shoulder.
And then I burned his mouth at dinner with too-hot food. =(
At least he had a good time at Gymboree in the morning....
(none of the incidents seemed to be too bad, he'd cry for a few seconds and then be ok, but still made me feel like crap)