i just love trips to the ER

though it has been awhile, so i guess we're due.

we took wes in yesterday with his first actual injury. an injury that was - of all things - our fault.

here's the stage. wes loves doors and opening and closing them. he'll do it for hours. every morning we play a game with him while we get ready. it involves one of us getting in or out of the bathroom before wes tries to get in. lame, yes, but he giggles and loves it. unless we get there first and shut the door, then he usually pitches a fit. but he knows it's a game.

well, yesterday was no exception. alex closed the door as usual and wes cried, as usual. it took us a minute to realize that his FINGER WAS CLOSED IN THE DOOR.

COMPLETELY.

i'll be having nightmares about it for the rest of my life thankyouverymuch. he calmed down almost immediately, but his little finger looked like a tetris piece. horrifying. we packed up and headed to the hospital. by the time we got there (10 mins) he was acting completely normally and his little finger was now a sausage.

amazingly, he's fine. nothing is broken/damaged. in fact, by last night you'd be hard pressed to tell that anything was amiss with that little finger.

but we will never be the same, i swear. worst. parents. ever.