On Tuesday I was doing laundry. The plan was for me to put away laundry, get Sam a nap in and then go to the park. Sam was in his brothers corvette bed. I had my back turned and I heard a thud. A forhead on metal thud. I turned around and scooped up Sam knowing that had to hurt. Then I looked at his face. I couldn't tell where all this blood was comming from but their was a LOT OF IT! I thought at first maybe it was his nose, then I saw his forhead. It had a 1/2 long cut right in the center. I ran downstairs to my phone and called my poor husband and said there is blood everywhere come home now! He arrived to find out I was not exaggerating. By then Sam and I were covered in blood. I looked like I had committed a crime. I knew he needed stitches so I took a 3 min shower and we drove him to Mott's . We decided to take Max with us, he looked terrified and I need Jeremy to help me keep Sam's hands of his face in the car.
One burrito wrapped baby later we had 3 stitches. I feel like maybe he needed 4 since on side is a little open but he seems no worse for wear.
My little Frankenstein. Too bad it isn't Halloween.