Bloody Battle

I lost a fight with an 11 month old. That is embarrasing. No joke. I walked away with a bloody nose. Ok Ok here is the story it is kind of cute. Wyatt and I wrestle on the floor every day. He walks up and I lay on the floor and pretend to be terrified. He loves it. He rolls over me and smacks my head. Then he started going for my nose and before I could stop him, he hooked me. I disentagled my self and Burton says "mom, there's blood in your nose". Sure enough I was bleeding at the hand, and sharp finger nail of a little baby. I am such a wimp.