First "Injury"

Marin somehow managed to scratch his face. It looked really bad for about a day, but by day 2 it was nearly healed. I was in the kitchen and he was in the living room in his Exersaucer. Our house has an open floor plan (the downstairs public space is basically one big room) so I could see him from the kitchen. He was fussing, of course, but he usually does fuss when he's playing "alone". He likes for you to sit right beside him and watch him play. From what my parents say, I was the same way as a kid. ha.ha. I guess I'm "payin for my raisin'' as the saying goes. Since he didn't cry out or anything, I don't know how or when he actually did it. I just came back in to get him out of his Exersaucer and he had this 3 pronged scratch running across his cheek. It looked sort of like he had red cat whiskers drawn on his face. There are no sharp objects on his Exersaucer (he's played in it loads of times and never gotten a scratch) so we can only assume he did it to himself. I felt kind of bad that he'd hurt himself, but I had just clipped his nails the day before and they are really short, so I don't guess there is much else we can do. Kids are going to get hurt I guess. It's just part of growing up. You can child proof your house, but you can't child proof your child. ha.ha.

On a much funnier note, we were out in the yard talking to a few of our neighbors yesterday and our one neighbor was walking her dog "Miss Boo". Miss Boo is an adorable black and white cocker spaniel. I kind of glanced over at Miss Boo (who was standing there innocently on leash) and noticed that she had something in her mouth. I alerted her owner to the fact and we were horrified upon closer examination that what we could see had feet---it was a dead bird! Her owner and I started squealing and jumping up and down. Our other neighbor says, "I'll handle this" and she very bravely pulls the carcass out of Miss Boo's mouth. She informed us that she used to work at a vet's office, so she's done this before. ha.ha. She also said that she felt a tad bit responsible because the dearly departed was in her yard, courtesy of the murderer that resides in her home (her cat Finnigan). :)