Attack of the curling iron

Well, after doing my best to prevent Adam from getting hold of any of my hair tools, he finally grabbed my curling iron the other day. It was terribly sad to listen to my baby cry and so hard to know that it was my fault. I can't help but want to throw the thing away to show it that no one hurts my baby and gets away with it.  We are still doing our best to an infection.  One of the 5 blisters ripped open yesterday at the pumpkin patch, but all the others are still intact for now.  We wrap it up, but he has become a master at ripping the bandage off.  My poor baby.  He is a tough guy, though. I think David and I are more traumatized than Adam.


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