Weekend Injury Report

Just as the scab on his nose and lip healed up and fell off, Ed Jr. took a serious digger and hit his head on his toy airplane.

Oh dear god all I heard from the other side of the door was a huge smack/bang/kapow and when I finally got the door open his dad was holding him up and he wouldn't uncover his eye with his hand. My heart officially stopped. I mean it. I thought for one brief second that we would have a baby with a glass eye. Luckily as we calmed him down the eye was just fine, but the forehead had a bruise with a lump on it and in the middle of the lump was a pretty severe gouge. Not enough of one to bleed, but damn near.

Ed was so upset he threw the airplane in the garbage can and I felt like I was going to pass out for about a half hour after the whole event. The two of us had better get some thicker skin if we are going to survive this kid. Nothing in the universe can prepare you for the sight of your first born screaming and holding his hand up to his eye. Nothing.

He is none the worse for ware. He was done crying in about 2 minutes and has moved on to sustain other injuries. He did cry and insist that I dig the airplane out of the garbage. He kept telling me "Mommy get airplane from garbage!" "Daddy put airplane in garbage. Daddy soooo upset!"

After all it really wasn't the airplane's fault. It is nobody's fault.

With that, we had a pretty arduous weekend of house hunting *again*. This time I think it is actually going to happen. Now whether it happens before little baby hot house cucumber is born remains to be seen.

Jr. kept busy playing with Faith and Uncle Bean and inventing airplanes, sailboats, ladders and big fish with his blocks. It is ridiculously cute how amazing his imagination is.