he keeps us in stitches (literally)

Our weekend got a little more exciting around 8pm on Saturday. What was a little, family dance party before bed took a turn for the worst when Jonah decide to take his show to the recliner. So...a fall, the "I'm really actually hurt" cry, and one look at the new wound in his eyebrow and I knew we were in for our first set of stitches.

Nothing like a good old fashion adrenaline rush fueled by a lot of blood to get things rockin', you know? So we calmed ourselves down (and cleaned ourselves, and my white rug, up...sorta) and called doctor grandpa to see if this was a rush-to-the-ER kind of thing. He said we had some time. So we snapped a pic and sent it his way and he confirmed---stitches it was.

So the little man and I packed ourselves a backpack of snacks, books, and the ipad (and we are thankful for that ipad....) and headed off to the emergency room to join the Saturday night crew. Quite a bunch, that Saturday night ER crew.

And overall, it went pretty well. A couple dramatic moments during the numbing/stitching process (we're talking breaking-blood-vessels-in-his-face kind of drama...poor guy). But we survived--enough to even enjoy a "bicycle pop" (or popsicle. whatever.) after the fact. So 5 stitches later, and we were home and in bed and sporting a pretty sweet curious george bandaid.

And actually, it hasn't even slowed him down a bit (fortunately/unfortunately?) In fact, after two falls/cries this morning (where I was sure I was going to go in and find stitches split open and blood everywhere) I asked him to just sit on the couch, watch tv, and not move. A girl can only take so much...