Bumbly Parenting Day

I'm feeling so guilty that I'm unable to nap while Max is napping so I'm up making a pot of coffee. Both Shawn and I are bummed. This morning while out with Shawn, Max fell and scraped up his knuckles. Then, we took him to tour the firestation and see the firetruck up in Greenwood. As he was in Shawn's arms leaning towards me he gouged his forehead on the corner of a metal cabinet on the firetruck. It started bleeding and a fireman took us aside and looked at it for us, assuring us he didn't need medical attention. We cleaned the wound and the fireman gave us a bandaid. Max cheered up pretty quickly, and to soothe ourselves we stopped for burgers at Red Mill. We were delighted that he ate half his burger, and he also wolfed down a little cookie outside of a Mediterranean specialty foods store at the bus stop. I had a big moment of stupidity when we got home, without thinking I ripped off the bandaid on his head, like I'd rip off a bandaid on one of my own wounds. I didn't think of his tender baby skin and the red mark the bandaid would end up leaving. I'm kicking myself for not peeling it off gently with the help of a warm washcloth. I also forgot to change his diaper before puttinghim down for a nap, so he's been in the same diaper since 7AM. I'm feeling pretty down since he still has a scab under his nose from his bike crash last Saturday. I hope neither of these facial wounds scar.