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Right about now, two years ago, Bryan and I were headed to the hospital. I was in labor.

It was midnight, making it three days past my due date, and we weren't sure if this was "it" or not. About an hour later, my water broke and we knew we'd have a new member of the family within the day.

Isaac, I cannot believe you're two. The past two years have taught me more about myself than I could have ever imagined, good and bad. Thank you for that.

Yesterday, you started singing the Barney, "I love you, you love me..." song, to me. I'm not a fan of Barney (who lets you watch that, by the way?), but my heart grew 10 times the size it was with every note, hug, and kiss.

And though it is your birthday and not mine, you gave me the best present I could have ever imagined.

I love you, Little.

I became an aunt again yesterday! My little brother John (my next door neighbor growing up) and his wife Jennie welcomed Dylan Carter into the world yesterday!

Dylan's arrival also makes LWeff a Grandma! Yay! (LWeff is an avid C's Blog commenter.)

Congratulations to the entire Weffelmeyer family on the new arrival! He is so cute and I can't wait to hold that little Turkey. : )

Keep sending those adorable pictures our way, Lynne!

This morning was like every morning. We wake up groggy. Bryan and Izee go downstairs while I'm supposed to be getting in the shower. Practically every morning, to Bryan's disappointment, I fall back asleep for 20 minutes or so. I rush out of bed when I realize I've fallen back asleep and jump into the shower.

While I was in the shower, I heard a strange cry of Isaac's coming from our bedroom. I thought, "He's either hurt or they're playing."

Enter Bryan: "Caron, he's hurt. Get out of the shower. We have to go to the emergency room!"

I was right. They were playing AND Isaac was hurt. Isaac was standing on our bed and he fell into the edge of one of our nightstands, making a perfect slice above his left eyebrow about a half inch long. The gash looked deep and painful.

We rushed to get dressed and left for Children's Hospital. I sat in the back of the car with Izee and fed him cookies, which seemed to make him feel a little better. (Note the full mouth in the image below.)

Our experience with Children's Hospital was great. They were very nice and we hardly had to wait at all. Although, when we did have to wait, Isaac made good of the time and played with his trains:

They had to sedate Isaac before applying the Dermabond (glue) to his laceration, which was both scary and funny. He was kind of like a wet noodle, drunk and wobbly. And though, I'm sure it helped calm him, it took three of us to hold him while the Doctor sealed the gash.

It took a while for the sedative to wear off. I spent over an hour trying to coax a sloppy, dizzy two-year-old to sit still and watch a movie before he finally gave into his fatigue.

Here are some photos from this afternoon. His injury looks pretty good and he doesn't seem to notice the bandages or glue... yet. (The Doctor and Nurse each said that one benefit of the sedative is that it could make him forget the whole experience.)

I knew that I would probably have to take Isaac to the emergency room at some point. It comes with the territory of being a parent. I just didn't expect to feel as helpless as I did. I think Isaac was the strongest out of all the three of us, going about his business of play while Bryan and I twiddled our thumbs nervously waiting for the Doctor.

He's a trooper and a daredevil. Both probably typical traits of most boys.

And while I fear our next visit to the ER, I know that I can't stop him from being the curious, crazy kid that makes him Isaac.

Please have a safe and happy Thanksgiving. Oh, and no jumping on the bed!