The Big 0-5

Let me preface this posting by saying it is not a funny one.  So, Owen turned the big 0-5 this week.  I've been trying to figure out a good story to blog and have come up blank ... Until tonight. Today has been hectic; trying to arrange for house showings, the explorer is broken, the list goes on. I finally get home and am somewhat relaxed. Peter comes in a bit later with pizza. Vance & Owen are wrestling; their favorite of late. Owen starts crying; he fell and hurt his head.  Except, he's really crying, it's not his attention seeking cry. He is in the kitchen and I go to him to see what's wrong. That's when I see blood splattered all over his t-shirt. I swear I almost threw up (don't hope for me in a crisis). My stomach dropped & I yelled for Peter. I had no idea how bad it was, but the blood scared the hell out of me. There was a lot of back & forth; ER, it's clotting, better safe than sorry, please mom I don't want stitches. It eventually clots and, though, somewhat long, not deep. I took him to urgent care to be safe & apparently they don't look at head injuries. I decided to just buy butterfly bandages (which don't work on a head with hair) and take him home. The end result was a gauze pad and an ace bandage wrapped around his head, which he fought because it looked silly. The bottom line of this story is that all of the things he does that drive me crazy pale in comparison to how much I love my Owen Michael.  Happy 0-5 my darling boy.