I broke the baby.

Really, I did.

It all started out innocently enough. I was wanting to see Cooper, and Cooper was needing a sitter for the afternoon, so it worked out perfectly. I headed to Cooper's house to get my Cooper fix for the first time in a couple weeks. We played and played and had the bestest of times. Mommy called to check on us and I told her we were eating peanuts and playing with staplers. It's not my fault she didn't believe me. She should have known that's what we really were doing. (I made sure to take some pictures for her to find later of us doing exactly that.) But anyway, that didn't break the baby. I'm much too cautious for that.

It all happened at dinner. Cooper was very excited about dinner (he gets that from me!), and was chowing down happily on one of those little microwaveable bowls of soup that comes with the aluminum pull-top and the plastic lid that you pop over that. He tanked the soup and signed hungrily for MORE! I scooted the empty bowl back on the table and ran for some more food. I tossed some crackers his way and started warming some veggies I found in the fridge. I ran back to the table and started shoveling the veggies down his ever-open gullet when I realized...Cooper had something on his hand. It's never surprising to find mysterious things on the hands of toddlers during dinner. The surprising part was that it looked like strawberry jelly. And there was NO strawberry jelly to be had.

It only took me a momentary glance to realize it was NOT jelly, but blood. I broke the baby. Apparently, while I was scrambling for more food, Cooper had grabbed the empty soup container and somehow managed to slice his finger on the metal edge. Way to go, Lolo. I shoved all of the food WAY out of the way, and dashed for a wet paper towel. Cooper was completely unaware of the fact that he was gushing blood. He was just concerned that I might try to pry the cracker from his hand. I washed up the bloody hand, and wiped off the bloody cracker, and let him resume eating his vegetables. But the blood didn't stop!!

I rushed Cooper through the rest of dinner and into the bathtub, with him smearing blood on everything along the way. He still had no idea he was hurt. He was basically just annoyed that his hand kept getting messy even though he wasn't touching anything. I thought surely the bath would help the matter. Apparently the bath just stings cut fingers. He held it up to me with a concerned look, so I blew on it. Blowing on the owie turned into a really funny game...but it didn't stop the bleeding.

After bathtime and jammies and all of that fun, I thought the coast was finally clear. Until I saw MORE smears of blood. I went for reinforcement. I had told CB some time ago that she really needed to invest in some Nexcare bandages. Unfortunately, she didn't listen. I had to use an old-fashioned Band-Aid. Cooper was not impressed. That band-aid was funny for about one minute, after which he decided he was done with it. It was working, though, so I had lots of fun distracting him until Mommy-Daddy came home.

I think this was fairly minor for a first boo-boo, but I didn't really care for the fact that it was on my time-clock. CB told me that Cooper was up to date on his Tetanus shots, but she did wonder if he needed any further care. I assured her that the soup can was not rusty so she could rest tonight.

This was a rather long blog, but if you made it this far, I guess you too care enough about Cooper to realize I feel badly. I'm sorry to the Pooper, and I'll make it up to him soon. He was a trooper.