Scissors are Evil

So last night I made a trip to urgent care.  Cole accidentally cut a hunk of my hand off with a pair of household scissors.  It was totally my fault.  I am so glad he didn't cut himself.  Cole was super sorry that he did it.  He kept telling me, "I'm sorry Mama.  It was an accident!"  It was really sweet.  I'm actually pretty surprised he was able to have that much empathy or guilt as a 3 year old.  Or to be that apologetic, I guess.  Of course, in the next breath, he's like, Hey!  There's Calliou!!  lol

This is when I got to urgent care and it had almost stopped bleeding. 

This was after it stopped bleeding, but the exposed fat has started to swell.  The PA told me that in order to stitch them up he would have to cut the fat off or stuff the fat back in.  So he cut it and stuffed it back in (both).

Three stitches later. 

It's actually been pretty funny.  I will have to hold this over his head when he's 14 and he's being a teenager.  Hey! You cut a piece of my hand off.  You have to do what I say.  LOL

10 Months!

So Cass is officially 10 months old now.  He has 4 teeth.  Well he has 2 bottom teeth, and he has barely cut through 2 top teeth.  He will hold on to stuff and let go, but only for a second, and then he just slowly sinks down to the floor.  He is eating some table food and we just started trying to give him regular Enfamil.  We're gearing him up to start regular milk.  Hopefully we can start him on regular milk soon and stop buying that expensive fomula!!  That will be like getting a raise!!
He's such a funnylittle guy.  He is sleeping through the night!!!!!!  It just took Mama getting trained and he was trained in one night.  I can't believe he's almost ONE!!

It's amazing how much people thinks he looks like his daddy.  That's usually the first thing people say if they know Justin.