"...and because god loved that fingernail so very much..."

Yeah... sad to say our little Squig could be deformed for life!

He was playing around and got a finger caught in the highchair as it was being unfolded. You know how things go... they need to have a few painful accidents in life to teach them to watch out... and since it seems that to him crashing into things is, at worst a slight annoyance and at best a damn game, this was probably his first "big ouchie"... it tore up his left middle finger pretty badly, ripping off a decent chunk of skin down one side and clipping the fingernail.

Cries and wails for a few minutes while the pain and shock made themselves at home... and we cleaned the worst of the blood away and slapped bandaids on to staunch the bloodflow while it started to clot up, then right back to normal! Smiles only minutes later! Strange lad...

Problem is that in 'clipping the fingernail' it looks like it has possibly damaged the nail matrix too... which could mean nothing at all, and once this nail (which has clearly detached and died, and is only held on by a bit of skin and a few scabs currently) comes away, a new one will happily grow again... or it could mean a deformed cuticle and a lifetime of 'ugly fingernail' syndrome... or it could also possibly mean a lifetime of no fingernail there at all!

Only time will tell... but I am thinking a visit to the doc for a professional look and possibly treatment/removal/whatever.

In the meantime, he is his usual happy, cheeky, chirpy little self... now able to 'High-5' on request, will give cuddles (complete with "Ohhhhh" noises - so cute!), and is starting to understand that the noise a spoon makes in a freshly-emptied food container means "all gone all gone!"

To add to this list... he can now meow like a cat, moo like a cow and is starting to hiss like a snake on occassion... he's been blowing wet raspberries like a seal for over 6 months though so nothing new there. -lol-

He is also getting REALLY good at shoving his arms into sleeves, taking off his own pants and tops (with a little help on long-sleeved ones), and will (sometimes) put things back where he grabbed them from if he's in the mood to comply with a verbal "Put it back, Xani...". He's known what "Ta for Mummy/Daddy/Gordy", and "OUT! -image of someone pointing out the doorway-" means for the last few months, but I had forgotten to add those in earlier. Not too shabby for a 15mth old, eh.

Oh yeah, he's also discovered "Hide 'n' Seek" too... though he hasn't *quite* got the hang of hiding withOUT being seen doing it... a couple of favoured spots include; behind his bedroom door, and in my office behind a desk made of milk-crates, so he can see you coming after him. He giggles too much and loudly to remain hidden long, but it's one of the (oh-so-MANY) games he loves...

OK, enough from me... 'Nite, readers!