*Gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp*
*Aaaaah* ...need I say more?
...so I know that this picture doesn't look very dramatic...
But here is a close-up! Yep, that looks just a little more dramatic... on January 4th I got to take my very first trip to the ER! I was climbing, and fell off of the chair, and landed on the leg of my high chair with my mouth. My lip split open two ways, leaving a nice little right-angled V that bled like a stuck pig. Because it wasn't just a bite, but an actual split lip, my Momma and Dad took me to the ER, just in case I needed stitches. Because of how deep the split was, they would have liked to do something, but because it was on my lip, they had to let it heal on its own rather than sewing or glue-ing or stapling it. I had a fat lip for a few days, and will probably have a scar, but hey! I'm a boy! Scars are cool!
And as you can see, a split lip certainly didn't keep me from eating! Hmmmmmm... nothing like feeding myself "noo-noos" with "mee" (noodles with meat sauce)Happy New Year 2008, everyone!!!
