Pirate Jake

Poor little man Jake had his first (and hopefully last) experience with stitches today. He had been playing with a couple of pots--banging them together--carrying them around--putting them on his head and calling them "hats".

Anyway, I had yet to put them away a little later, as they were still on the floor of the kitchen, and Jakey tripped while running and fell head-first on the edge of one of the pots.

At first, Blaine and I just thought, "Oh--poor guy fell again." Then, "Oh--he really must have hit his head, he's really sad." Then, (upon picking him up and getting ready to kiss it better)...
"Holy Hell!!--our kid split his head open!!"
He was screaming pretty good now...

So, we rushed him to the InstaCare, where they checked him out quickly in the waiting room, slapped some numbing goop on him and covered it up with gauze and tape. He was now pretty happy (see iphone picture above)... until we took him back to see the doctor.

I think he was mostly scared. I would be terrified too if I had to be held down and have a stranger sew my forehead shut with three stitches. Poor little boy.

He was very happy to leave and said, "All done. All done." and "Bye, bye." while sucking down a green Otter Pop.
Actually, I don't know who was more relieved at this point... him or us.

So anyway... we have a little pirate on our hands with a gash above his right eye that may or may not be permanent.

Oh well.
Chicks dig scars.