Headline reads: "Child Swallows Band-Aid in Grocery Store Line Up" and you think-- WHAT KIND OF IDIOT LETS THAT HAPPEN!

Did I mention that I almost amputated my son's finger with nail clippers? Yes, I have learned to exaggerate well. I come by it honestly. But seriously, the blood that came out of the place where the chunk of skin use to be was enough to make my head light and my knees buckle. John on the other hand was completely calm and had enough witts about him to suggest a Band-Aid. Rowan didn't cry for long but I am still getting over the incident. Can you get post-traumatic-stress-disorder from something like this?

Needless to say, I won't be cutting his nails anymore. I hated it to begin with because of the thought of what *could* happen. I hate it even more now. I feel my chest tightening and my heart pounding even now as I write about the experience. What will I do the first time he bangs his head or scrapes his knee you ask? My answer--that isn't going to happen because as soon as he is able to walk he will be wrapped in bubble wrap from head-to-toe. I am fully prepared for the consequences associated with being an overbearing and overprotective mother.

Yes, that is another exaggeration.

Here is a photo of our little guy with all 10 fingers and 10 toes. I am proud to say we have done a pretty good job keeping him alive so far even if he did almost swallow the Band-Aid that we had to use to stop the blood from flowing. My trusty risk-assessment skills saved us again because I wouldn't let him out of my sight with that thing on the thumb he likes to suck and well, as it turns out, for good reason. I pulled the Band-Aidout of his mouth when he started to gag in the line-up at the grocery store. Oh the trials of parenthood...