Hmmmm…well this week was quite interesting. Sweet Boy#3 got a cheerio stuck up his nose. “It’s Stuck! It’s Stuck!!!” But a pair of tweezers and his Momma took care of that. And then the boys were watering Grandma Judy’s porch plants and watering and watering and then this hose hurricane swept through and she has this freezer in the corner of her porch and somehow a bunch of water squeaked through the lid until we looked and there was 5 inches of ice coating everything in her freezer. None of us ever want to see a crow bar up close again, believe you me.
But the winner this week…Sweet Boy #2 was running to the potty, but the floor was slightly damp because they had just had a tub. He slipped taking the corner into the bathroom too fast, and hit his head hard on the rim of the potty. There was blood everywhere, covering the floor, running from his head, getting in his eyes, I even found gore on the door hours later after we thought it was all cleaned up. So Grandma Judy and I rushed all three boys to the car and drove to the emergency room. If you can call the speed we moved at rushing. And Sweet Boy #2 and I spent 2 hours there until he came away with 4 stitches in his head and a big red Popsicle from the emergency workers. Now he is afraid to use the potty alone. He asks me to come with him. “I don’t want to get another stitch!”