This first picture is how hard Chase likes to fight naptime in the morning. He's pretty much down to one nap now- after lunch. But on some days- like when he wakes up at 4:30 AM- I feel that he needs a morning nap. On this particular day he threw a level 5 meltdown (nah, he's not tired at all. . . ) tossed out the lovey, Hobbes, ALL THREE BLANKETS, and his pillow before finally falling asleep. HA- guess Mother does know best. . . 
This, is not my favorite story, but since he's a product of me- it needs to be shared. A little bit of backstory-- I was, hmm, let's say, a little clumsy when I was younger. I ran into walls, fell out of the bed, smacked my chin on tables, sides of pools, slides- well, you get the picture. I actually had 5 sets of stitches before the age of five. So while this was not at all surprising- the actual event still caught me off guard. A couple weeks before Christmas (decorations already up of course) Chase and I were hanging out. It was a blizzard (of course) Saturday night (of course) and he and I were home. . . alone (duh.) Well Little Man fancies himself a climber so he climbs on the end table and as I'm telling him to get down, he face plants it. Directly onto a (admittedly poorly placed) glass Christmas vase.
He's screaming, blood everywhere, and a big ole gash on his head. I am running around the house, trying to calm him (and me) stop the bleeding, and figure out how I'm going to drive to the urgent care (which closes at 5PM on saturdays btw- fact I would have like to known BEFORE this day) and keep pressure on the wound. So I did the only thing I know how- called Mom & Dad.
Luckily they live within a miles, so they scooped us up (by then the bleeding had stopped and Chase was laughing) and took us to the urgent (closed) then ER. New fun fact - if a cut on the face is more than a quarter inch long- they will tell you to come in for stitches.
Anyhoo- they got us all taken care of and here's Little Man with his (first of many I'm sure) stitches.
