Boy-o survived his heart catheterization on Wednesday and we came out with a renewed appreciation for both the skill of the doctors at University of Iowa Children’s Pediatric Cardiology, and the fine people at Pixar. Despite the fact that they are well on their way to turning my eldest son into a Nascar(TM) fan. How else to get a 2 year old to remain flat on his back for 6 hours, than with a cut-rate comedian and enough engine revving to choke the CG-version Al Gore?

The news from the cath was good - things are stable, and there is no need to start planning a transplant just yet. It’s as good as we could have possibly hoped. Nonetheless, you might assume that we’d had our fill of hospitals this month.

Apparently, you’d be wrong.

This morning, no doubt feeling both invincible and overjoyed at his good fortune at having a mother who can be bullied into making lunch at 10:15am, Boy-o decided to do a bit of couch jumping in celebration of the forthcoming egg sandwich. So being in the kitchen making 3rd breakfast/1st lunch, I missed the really fun part where he somehow managed to leave the couch head-first, using the coffee table to break his fall.

The blood was quite copious, and the super fun trip to the ER has bought us Boy-o’s first two stitches since he was a newborn! Right in the middle of his forehead, natch. The really cool part is how you can see the line going all across his forehead and eyebrow in the exact shape of the coffee table’s corner. Also cool? He is off showers and bathing for yet another 5 days. Feeling faint? Come smell my kid! If that doesn’t wake you up, nothing will!