Poor Carter!

Well, it finally happened.

Today Carter got his first boo-boo.

He was letting Molly out of her crate,

like he has a hundred times before,

and as she scooted past him, she bumped him.

Mike was right there and was able to break his fall 

(or it would have been worse), but Carter toppled head-first

right onto the pointy latch on the crate.

BAD Crate Latch!!!

That teeny tiny mark on his forehead is what hit

and it doesn't look like much, but boy did it bleed!

 I took Carter over to my parents' neighbor (an urgent care nurse), 

and she agreed that there was no need to take him in for a stitch, 

so we just cleaned him up and put a band-aid on it.

(Yes, we're still opening birthday gifts!)

By evening it was already looking pretty good.

And by bedtime, Carter was back to his usual self.

Thankful that it wasn't worse and that we made it through 

a whole year before Carter got his first boo-boo!