Ouch!

I'm fuzzy on the time line but a few months ago Owen knocked over one of the stools in the kitchen and it landed on his big toe. Jeremy called me at work and we decided to err on the side of caution, so he loaded up the boys and took him to the urgent care.  The toe was not broken, but the nail was badly bruised.

Owen has been terrified of not having a band aid covering it since the night that it happened. He just didn't want to look at it. It got to the point where he was afraid of getting it wet which made bath time quite challenging. The boys went to a pool party a few weeks ago and he wouldn't get into the water. He didn't want the band aid or the toe nail to fall off. We were getting frustrated with the drama. The nail was barely hanging on so we made the executive decision to remove it with clippers hoping to put an end to the madness. (Sorry this is kinda gross. Hope I didn't ruin your appetite!) Even with the offensive toenail gone and a new one growing in, he still insists on keeping it covered. 

Last week he scraped his knee and needed another band aid. He fell again and had a little scratch under the first on on the same knee and had two bandages on the knee and on on the toe.

I woke up at 4:00 in the morning to the sound of a plastic cup hitting the floor in our bathroom. I went check it out and found Owen on top of Jeremy's sink-in the dark- trying to find another band aid because one of them on his knee was coming loose. 

We are down to one on the knee at this point and I thought we were almost done with the obsession.

Clearly, we are in need of an intervention.