Boys will be boys

This past Sunday we were at church. Going to church has become one of the hardest tasks because our 17 month old can not sit still and wants to run up and down the aisles. Josh took him out, then I took him out, and then Josh took him out again. I was enjoying a great talk and the lights were dim where we were sitting all the way in the back. Josh came in and said we have to go and then I saw Landon with blood dripping down his forehead. I practically yelled "what happened!!!" We rushed out of the church building and Josh told me that Landon was outside and took a head dive in to the brick that is outside the church building. Josh was upset because he thought it was his fault but Landon has a huge head so I blame gravity. Well this is what it looked like when we got home.

It looked deep from the very beginning but we thought it wasn't THAT deep so we did the "smart" thing and dabbed it with hydrogen peroxide and then put neosporin on it and a big bandage. Well when the blood started to pool in the badge we knew that we needed to bring him in to the urgent care. So off we went with him looking like this (at least he was happy at this point)

When we got to the urgent care there was a long line but they say the blood and let us go back quickly. We were schooled by a very nice nurse about how we should never use hydrogen peroxide (whoops!). And then she wrapped his head and put numbing cream on his cut because she said he would probably need stitches. So then he looked like this

Oh my poor baby. Well the doctor said that he would glue his cut instead of stitches which was great but they needed to clean out the cut first. So they wrapped him in a blanket so he couldn't use his arms and the nurse held his head and Josh had to hold him down, and basically I help his legs and cried. Landon has never even thrown up before so this was very traumatic for me. But the doctor was awesome and was calm the whole time. Now Landon will have a little scar on his forehead. But now he just looks like this.

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And yes I made him cookies to heal his little heart. Well and to make him love me some more again. Needless to say it was a very sad day but this is just the beginning of raising a boy right?