Today Braden goes to have his stitches removed. What? You didn't know he had stitches?
That's life at our house. Things happen so fast that I can't get them recorded. Without being recorded precious moments like baby's first stitches could be forgotten. Recording them here ensures the memory will last at least until computers rise up and take over the world.
So as I make this digital journal entry about Braden's accident I am reminded to be thankful for this blog. Without it I certainly wouldn't be able to remember every exciting detail of these early years.
So back to my story. Braden took a flying leap last Wednesday November 30, 2010. He didn't reach his intended target and fell backwards smashing his head into the corner of a door. Screaming and blood flowed from the poor little man or so I heard. All this ended with 4 stitches.
I've tried unsuccessfully in recent days to put into words what life with this little dude is like. Remember Avatar?
I tease his Mom that she is going to be a nervous wreck for the next 20 years. I still believe that. I just didn't know it was going to start so soon.