On June 5th, 2010 Gavin received his first stitches.
Strangely enough, he received this injury in a rather innocent way. I had returned home and he was excited to see me, so he ran down the hallway and accidentally slipped on some newspaper and his chin hit the floor. That's it. We quickly deduced that this was beyond the healing qualities of a kiss and a band-aid and rushed our boy out to get stitches. He was a zen ninja master "I eat pain for breakfast"-I on the other hand fainted from the idea of my son in so much pain. He is perfectly okay now-"chicks dig scars".
On June 5th, 2010 Gavin received his first stitches.
Strangely enough, he received this injury in a rather innocent way. I had returned home and he was excited to see me, so he ran down the hallway and accidentally slipped on some newspaper and his chin hit the floor. That's it. We quickly deduced that this was beyond the healing qualities of a kiss and a band-aid and rushed our boy out to get stitches. He was a zen ninja master "I eat pain for breakfast"-I on the other hand fainted from the idea of my son in so much pain. He is perfectly okay now-"chicks dig scars". 
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