At least I got my workout in first

Grant ran into our shower this morning right after I turned it on to get it warmed up.  In all of his excitement,  he slipped and fell back, hitting his head on the corner of this little tile ledge thing.  Anyway, he split his head open just a little.  Oh the tears!  I was on the verge of tears too.  We hugged for a long time and then I checked the damage.  Not bad enough for the doctor to fix, but close enough to make me wonder.  I hate that whole "Should I take him to the ER?  Should I go to the doctor?" thing.  Luckily Keith works way close to home and he looked at it and thought it would be fine too.  So you can't put a band aid on hair, so what do you do?  We tried putting a gauze pad  with ointment on it and keeping it there with a wrap.  He looked so cute.  But that didn't last too long before he pulled it off.  So Grant and I went to the store (him wearing a hat) and got some liquid band aid.  That seems to have done the trick for now.  I am so glad it wasn't worse, because if he needed stitches, they'd most likely have to strap this boy down to one of those boards to keep him from wiggling, and I could NOT handle that!

Grant on a happier day on our recent trip to the zoo with Grandma Jackson