mandy was up visiting, which was awesome, so i actually got to bring little finner into work with me thursday and friday! he was such a good boy, and mandy is super woman and can baby wrangle and/or juggle crazy consignment customers... it was great to have her here. i loved having her and finn at the shop with me.
so anyway, in the interim of me working on my six week post, here's a little one to keep you entertained...
last night i was upstairs gathering some laundry and billy was downstairs making himself a martini with those little baby onions. finn was out back smoking a cigarette. just kidding, finn was in his swing.
i was upstairs for a little while when i heard a sheepish "babe? can you come down here? i bumped my head."
billy has baby brain worse than i do... i think he's walked into like seven walls in the past two weeks, so i didn't think much of it.
until i walked downstairs and saw a very green billy holding a very bloody paper towel up to a very sliced open head. he apparently leaned down to stick finn's binky back in his mouth and ran right into the corner of the kitchen cabinet on his way back up.
he probably could have stood to have a few stitches, but he was so nauseous thinking about the cut in his head that he couldn't talk about going to the hospital. if any of you know billy, you know he has a weak stomach for this kind of stuff.
so i gave him a bag of frozen peas to stick on his head.
i thought he was going to be okay, and then i noticed a weird scene on the countertop:
me: "babe, what happened to your martini?"
billy: "i thought it would be good with rootbeer in it."
me: "didn't you have cocktail onions in that martini?"
billy: "yes.....
................... my head hurts."
clearly putting rootbeer in your vodka martini is even greater cause for alarm then cranial bleeding.
but, the thought of going to the emergency room on a friday night with an infant kind of skeeved both of us out, so i just chased billy around with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a tube of neosporin until he finally gave up and let me play doctor.
he woke me up in the middle of the night and pointed to a spot of dried blood the size of a penny on his pillowcase (that i had covered with an old t-shirt) and said "babe, i'm still losing a lot of blood."
that's when i knew there was nothing more to worry about.
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That bottle drying rack thing was my most favorite baby thing EVER.
Poor Billy. And poor martini.
I hope he won't bleed to death BEFORE you get down here. Poor Billy!
That is......hilarious. I feel it's ok for me to laugh because I have had my own run ins with kitchen cabinets, my head, and stiches. Tell him to say the scar is from a shark attack.
Is it weird that the onion rootbeer martini gave me the shivers more than the thought of the head wound? Also, I adore that the martini glass is sitting in front of the bottle drying rack. It's about the cutest thing ever!
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