Down

This past Saturday Conner was playing out in the backyard with Grandpa, having a grand ole time running up and down the property. My parents have a pretty large backyard, the only downfall is that it is all down hill, well except the part that is going up...So anyways they are both having a grand ole time when Conner falls down for the umpteenth time, but unlike all the times before, this time he lands hands first on a stick full of rose bush thorns. The good news is that only one thorn went into his hand, the bad news is that one thorn went into his hand.

Its now Tuesday and we were just finally able to get this puppy to work its way out as it was pretty darn deep in there. Poor baby has barely been using his hand and would cry anytime you would so much as look at it. So after many many long soaks in a nice warm bath I was able to take his hand captive and as gently as possible squeeze it out. We really weren't sure how much was left in there because you could no longer see anything, but it was getting pretty badly infected and it just hurt him so darn much that I knew something had to be in there. But I was not expecting this to pop out...
sorry about the quality, but my beautiful camera decided to randomly kick the bucket, but for a reference point, it is the size of my baby finger's nail. Lets just say I got a little queasy when this popped out. Conner on the other hand is doing marvelous! For the first time in three and a half days he is actually using his right hand. Thank you Lord!

On a totally different Conner note, today I had to buy a special childproof lock for a handle door to the bedroom we are sharing because he keeps escaping and exiting the house through the doggy door in our bathroom. That's right people, the doggy door, the doggy door that's made for cats I might add. We have been having problems with him sneaking out and hanging out in the hallway, bathroom or right around the corner from where we were sitting. Everything would be quiet, not a sound on the monitor, when suddenly a giggle appears behind you and then the quick pitter patter of feet that now they are about to get in trouble. Or my favorite was when he decided to serenade us with some beautiful music from his guitar. There he was standing behind us all perfectly pose suddenly playing with all the gusto in his being.

But the final straw was the exiting through the dog door, while the others were disobedient of him, this one was and is dangerous. So on the lock went and now as I type this I can hear Conner trying his best to figure out how the heck to get that thing off. Good luck love, but please don't try to hard, because we all know you will succeed. Someday ask me how long it took him at the ripe age of 18 months to remove the child proof door lock from a regular door knob and then how long it took me to return the sucker...


Update~ Guess who was sitting in the hallway not even five minutes after I wrote this post? The good news is the lock works, the bad news is the door does not. Apparently the latch and handle are not perfectly lined up, meaning the door rarely locks in place, meaning a lock for the handle was rendered useless...big huge sigh there. But never fear, just a little twisting here and pushing there and Voila! Latch locks in place and door handle lock is now no longer rendered useless. PHEW!