There I am, on a warm sandy beach, (miraculously sporting my pre-baby body in a fantabulous string bikini) watching the sunset and drinking Mai-Tai’s with a barely clad Brad Pitt.
We listen to the surf gently kissing the shore.
A lone seagull cries in the distance.
The reddish sky casts a glow over our skin as he slowly leans over and takes the Mai Tai from my hand, setting it down on the sand.
He reaches out and gently caresses the side of my face.
His fingers run softly over my cheek, my lips, and then suddenly jam themselves up my nose.

“Snork!??” says groggy ol’ me, as I jolt fully awake to find Otter playfully shoving his little pudgy baby hands up my nose.

Ah co-sleeping; the snuggles, the bonding, the really interesting dreams.

I will never do again.

I spent the day getting stitches in the ER!! Bully for me!
You see, in an attempt to be a dutiful mama with a non-screaming child I was making soup for lunch today while holding Otter on my hip. He had steadfastly refused to be set down without delivering a violently loud speech concerning the unconstitutionality of setting babies down anywhere other than a lap. So instead of blistering my ears, I decided to hold him while preparing lunch.

Big mistake.

It seems that opening a pull tab soup can one handed results in an inch long and quite deep gash on one’s ring finger, thereby resulting in a four hour trip to the ER with a baby in tow, 4 stitches, antibiotics, and a finger bandaged about four times it’s normal size. Happily Otter was very good natured, and even went to sit with the admin staff happily whilst I was sewn up. (This is likely because I handed them several packets of Mum-Mums while they were taking him out of the room.)

This is me typing with the over bandaged finger of doom:

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Hmmm…. posting may be slow while I recover… Maybe I should go for more of a pictorial until the stitches come out.