Rough and Tumble Weekend

Call the doctor, please!

Owen and I started our Friday with the intention of baking muffins, carrot, Owen's specialty. We got out our ingredients, I strapped in him the baby bjorn so he hands would be free to do the mixing and..ugh..why is there blood all over the bib? I didn't think babies bled while teething, but..wait, even more blood, what the heck? I took Owen out and had to steady myself because his face was covered in blood. I don't know that I have ever seen a more upsetting sight than my own child's blood. After cleaning him up, I realized it was coming from his finger. He had somehow managed to snag his little finger nail and almost tear half of it off. Owen by this point was wailing and, I swear, spurting blood. Since it was only 8 in the morning the doctor's office wasn't open and John had already left for work. I called my mom in a panic and she provided excellent counsel. I gathered my gumption to clean him up, dress his little wound, and put a sock over his hand to keep him from gnawing on it. This would naturally happen when his two bottom teeth are working their way into the world and Owen is desperate to chew on his hand. The above photo is of Owen, looking exhausted, calling the doctor to ask them how to get his mother to stop mashing on his finger to make the bleeding stop. John called Owen's sock hand his "Kapow!" hand.


Since Owen thought we had simply invented a new game called "Pull The Sock Off" where the winner gets to eat the band-aid buried under the sock, we needed a new system. My mom suggested sewing up a sleeve, so I bought some way too big shirts and John sewed the sleeves and, as you can see, Owen was much happier about the arrangement. He does, however, look at his sleeve longingly, as if wondering where his little friend has gotten to.

Despite two teeth coming in, a wounded finger, a few good bonks on the head while trying to stand, Owen was in the most excellent spirits this weekend. The only time he was fussy was when we took him to a pig roast and they put the pig out on display, eyeballs and teeth and all. Yeah, he's a true veggie just like us! Sunday night, as bedtime neared, Owen pulled a book off the shelf (the butterfly book, Joni) and managed to wiggle his way into John's lap for a good snuggle and story. We just love this little guy!