Tuesday, February 17, 2009

owie, mom

Guess who spent the morning getting five stitches in his head?
Poor little dude had a skermish with a wooden chair, and the chair won. He was remarkably brave, so much so that the doc was concerned he had a concussion because he was so laid back and just snuggled on my lap while they sewed him back together.
My poor little Franken-Baby!


  1. Well,at least it isn't a fork up his nose. It is a rare boy that doesn't sport stitches in his noggin at some point in time! Hopefully he got it over with early on!

  2. Poor baby! Welcome to boyhood!!!