Much more likely? Temporary ouchie, no lasting effects.
Yup. He recovered quickly. Still. I know it's going to happen. I'm glad the first one didn't freak my shit out. But there was blood.
I just calmly wiped it up and applied the boo boo bunny.
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Much more likely? Temporary ouchie, no lasting effects.
Yup. He recovered quickly. Still. I know it's going to happen. I'm glad the first one didn't freak my shit out. But there was blood.
I just calmly wiped it up and applied the boo boo bunny.
But oh man, can Owen lay the guilt...esp. in the "Mr. Pointy" photo. Breaks my heart!
Still, Cash, he'll be fine.
Oh, poor Owen, and poor Cashmere. No reason to feel like an idiot though.
If it wasn't for Google, I'd never know that I won the Eastman Kodak Award for Cinematography.
Actually, I might have found this out anyway, as I am related to him....
Oh my god, Cashmere, his eyes are so freakin' expressive. Poor adorable Owen!
But really? Cursing your choice of coffee table is useless. You might as well curse the floor and the side of the fridge door and other doors in the house and the hard corners where the walls meet and...you probably see where I'm going with this.
And with that, I'm off for a 3-day weekend and teaching my DH how to get to the hospital. Cheers!
you probably see where I'm going with this
Yup. Hee.
Can't raise 'em in a bubble.
I feel like an idiot.
Cash, even if you had padded your entire house in bubble wrap, Big O. *would* have found the one thing that could give him a boo-boo. It's the way of kids.
I gashed my forehead just like that -- on a coffee table corner -- at age 5. Apparently it seemed really bad (though it turned out to not be; it's just that head wounds bleed so damned much), and we lived in a pretty rural area and were snowed in big time (blizzard of '76). Fortunately, a neighbor was a retired nurse, and she came over, cleaned off my forehead, put a butterfly bandage on it, and that was that. I still have a tiny scar up by my hairline.
My *brother* managed to do a head-first DIVE toward the fireplace hearth -- which was stone, and not covered with a rug or anything. I think he was 6 or 7. And THAT required a trip to the hospital.
Kids attract trauma the way ita attracts kicks to the head.
Have a good weekend, Raquel!
Cashmere -- there's a chance he'll get a cool scar and talk about it years from now.
I have one of these, in my right eyebrow! It is *very* faint now.
(I also managed to almost amputate my thumb on the sharp edge of an open can at about that age, to no lasting effect at all.)
And if you Google me and use both spellings of my first name and know what you're looking for, I'm in there. But I don't think I could find me if I wasn't me, if that makes sense.