If only I could dial...

So we just got back from a week in TO again. Cris' brother was getting married and we went down to help. Not sure we really were a help but... they got married and no one got hurt. Almost.

It seems every trip to Toronto, Owen becomes a walking plague, infected with some disease. This time he had a majorly stuffed up nose. And he shared it with me. Nice. So we spent a lot of nights waking up every 2-4 hours. He even stayed up crying till 12 a.m. one night. He didn't even do that when he was a newborn!!! So lots of fun.

But leave it to me to provide the piece de resistance for my baby. Again, many parenting points were deducted.

We were over at my aunt and uncle's house, where they were nice enough to put up with us for a few nights. I was making dinner with my uncle while my aunt was helping her son with his homework. Being the excellent parent that I am, Owen was strapped into his chair and left to stare at the ceiling. Being the innovator that he is, Owen started to play with the telephone cord against the wall. What fun. Then the headset fell on his head. Oh what fun.

I say kids are like new cars. Eventually they are going to get scratched, dinged and bumped. So like our Santa fe, Owen got a ding. A nice cut on his forehead. Of course I was crying long after he got over it. A nice big dose of guilt. Thankfully I didn't know where the closest Toys R' us was or an ice cream palour or I would have sucked up to that kid. So my baby's beautiful face now has a nick out of it.

Clearly he was calling CAS.