It seems like whenever it's a holiday, we're out of town or it's a Sunday, we're headed to the E.R. Seriously. What's up with that?
B and S were playing on the stairs in front of the big mirror and got silly. Too silly I guess because B ended up crying with that dreaded cry. J brought her down to me and I lifted her onto the counter to see if she had a bump that needed ice. Nope, just a huge gash that needed staples. So, I calmly screamed my head off for D to come running down the stairs. We threw a pack of chopped up frozen bell peppers on her head with a dish towel and raced her to the hospital. Actually D did, because I had a practice at our house in just twenty minutes.
Two hours and six staples later she was playing in my room with S pretending that they were dead.
Doing silly poses and putting lipstick on D.
Glad she's still her cute little self and all put together again.
3 months ago