halloween bloodbath

Ah, Halloween past. It is this time of year that we made a trip to the Children's ER in Boston with littleT (I think he was 2).  We were at home, hanging, and little Mr funny bones was doing a silly dance with a blanket over his head.  To him it seemed really funny as it was a crocheted blanky that looked like spider webs, so he could sort of see through the knotted holes... but not really.  You can picture it no?  His parents yelling "Tomas, stop, you're going to get hurt", and him tripping on the blanket and flying into the chair (which we ironically had already dubbed the blood money chair).  bigT scooped him and said "oh yeah, that's stitches".

So, I walked A-man over to the neighbors, who were actually having a Halloween party, and they thought we were there in costume!  (notice my shirt was not exactly clean).  No, we're serious, we have to go to the ER, can you watch A-man?  Which of course they did, because they were great neighbors... another Boston thing to miss.

Three stitches.  To sedate, or not sedate?  we chose not, as he had been eating candy and we were worried he'd aspirate.  Which meant I had to pin my baby down while he screamed insanely in my face while being stitched up in his field of vision.  NOT FUN.  But you wouldn't know given the smile here, would you?  Actually, this picture is pre-stitching!  the one above, with the popsicle was post-trauma.

There's a scar, but its tiny and fitting, and i think i unknowingly stare it a lot.  love that little guy and all his little things that make him so one-of-a-kind.