We've Got a Bleeder!

It had to happen sooner or later I guess. Easton is now fascinated with everything he can get his hands on in the cupboards. Mostly mixing bowls. He loves a good mixing bowl. Throw in a measuring spoon, or a wooden spoon and he is in heaven. And don't think we can leave to go anywhere without taking a bowl with us. Can we put it down to eat? No, we just improvise.

Don't even think he's going to bed without one.

Apparently he can let go of one to grab a cheese grater though! We were in the kitchen, this time I was actually preparing a meal (yay!) while Easton went about his scattering of kitchen paraphernalia. (Didn't know paraphernalia had an r in it. Learn something new everyday.) Anyway, he started whining like he wanted me to pick him up so I look down and almost faint. His hand is covered in blood. He had cut his cute little thumb on the dumb old cheese grater. Why it was where he could reach it, I don't know. I learned my lesson, and its moved. Anyway, it didn't seem to bother him. It was a tiny little cut but it bled like a maniac. Let me tell you, its not easy to persuade a toddler to let you put pressure on his thumb for a sustained period of time. Randon looks like a really mean dad who laughs when his son is crying, but don't worry, Easton was crying because we were trying to hold his hand to put a band aid on it. I think he was trying to say, "Don't touch me." We tried the band aid but that foreign object was ripped off in a jiffy.

Around this point, my dear son caught on that I was concerned. And since then, he's been milkin it for all its worth. He'll whine and hold out his thumb for a kiss. Its pretty funny. Oh, and remember our friend, the mixing bowl? We don't put it down when we are bleeding profusely either, no way. Kinda gross, but I thought it was funny.


I love my crazy boy! And don't worry, all is well in the thumb department today.