I'll set the scene:
It was Labor Day and Adam had to go into the office for just a few hours. The kids and I were all upstairs around noon. Ainsley was happily playing by herself in her room (this is normal!) while Mitchell, Elise, and I were in the Master Bedroom reading some books in our bed. All was well. I decided to vacuum up there since everyone was happy and peaceful. I was about 15 feet from Elise and Mitchell, vacuuming the hallway right outside the bedroom. I felt a THUMP on the floor at the same second Elise screamed "MOMMY!!! MITCHELL FELL!" I reached him as he stood up and saw a good-sized gash next to his eye, which was starting to bleed pretty heavily. I kept my cool, but knew immediately that this was ER-worthy. BUMMER. I was RIGHT THERE and they were resting/reading under the covers just seconds before! Augh.
I asked Elise to run downstairs and get my phone to call Adam and/or the Pediatrician's office. Of COURSE this happened on a Holiday, so there were only nurses in the office. Adam came home, agreed that it needed to be checked out by a Doc. Adam took him in (yes, I was worried that I would have a hard time watching the whole thing!) and then sent this picture back to me.

He was still smiling. Poor thing. By the time Adam got home (15 minutes after the fall), Mitchell had already stopped crying, the bleeding had stopped, and he was acting totally normal. Adam said that he was trying to do somersaults on the exam table at the ER. such a boy. I'm SOOO realizing the innate differences between girls and boys...
Adam said that one nurse, after irrigating the wound, said, "wow. that is a deep cut...". Yes, it was.
2 hours and 3 stitches later, he was home and ready for a nap. He didn't even need Tylenol.
This was first thing the next morning:
And a couple days later...
Nothing says, "Happy 2nd Birthday" like a good cut, black eye, and a scar...
We love him.