Burnt fingers

So Ben burnt his hand tonight.

I turned my back for a minute, after putting cookies in the oven. I was trying to clear the countertop and put things in the sink. I hear the oven door creak open, and don't clue in for a few seconds til Ben puts his hand in and screams.

It's just 1st degree, I guess hands are pretty tough. There are blisters on 4 finger tip pads, and down his forefinger, and a bigger one on the side of his hand. Two little cut-type spots on either side of the hand. He screamed for an hour and a bit. Andrew came home and helped hold him while I composed myself to deal with an evening of upset baby and no assistance. Ben has passed out on the couch now, with a cold rag wrapped around his lil hand. I held him for about an hour while watching Amazing Race, just to make sure he was happy and not hurting.

Poor darling.

I'm glad we knew the cold rag method, instead of just trying to run his hand under water. We learned that when Hannah had her burn. He is visibly relieved when the rag is put on his hand, and would start to nod off to sleep. Finally fell into his evening slumber.

I was RIGHT FREAKIN' THERE, not 4 feet away. I guess I could've prevented it by keeping him in the Ergo all day (ha, ha ha ha) or by making Hannah take care of him and keep him out of the kitchen any time the oven is in use. What else can you do? Kids get underfoot.

Hopefully this lesson is learned. He loves to open the dishwasher, and when he learned the oven was easier sometimes, he started to do that too. We didn't encourage it. Yet here we are.

It's the sort of thing Hannah never did. She liked the dishwasher and all, but I think Ben has a little bit stronger of an explorer in him.

Ben, with a flour moustache over his Santa beard pajamas.