On Friday, Jed took a tumble. I'll spare you the chill-inducing details, but it involved his fingernail (or current lack thereof), screaming, a trip to the pediatrician's office, and assistance from our neighbors, Betsy and John, who helped me get both dog and child home.
On Saturday, he tried to scale a chair and re-injured the same finger. Again, more screaming and a trip to the pediatrician's office. Ultimately, we ended up at the ER. Five hours later, we walked out with a remarkably chipper son, antibiotics, and a neatly dressed finger. Thankfully, Grandma and Grandpa were in town to assist us!
Today, Jed has been back to his old self, "helping" me with groceries and attempting to hurt himself again.




don't worry, folks, I've nailed the bottom drawer shut