…Our Day. Sigh. Do you remember when I said that I appreciated a little flexibility in our schedule for things like non-nap days (now almost every day) and ER trips for stitches? Yeah, well.
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Picture ahead not for the very squeamish. Sorry.
Last Monday morning, Leif went and locked himself in the bathroom. He had already gotten in trouble twice for playing in the sink. (He fills it with water and then puts whatever he can find in it. My cell phone. My bin of make-up.) The third time, he decided to lock the door on me. Old door, skeleton key. Only one key.Do you think he was anxious to open the door while the water was rushing into the sink, full blast? Nope. I tried everything. Finally he decided to give the key a try. It got stuck. My Dad drove over to save the day. He tried everything. I had the phone in my hand and my finger on the yellow pages. Locksmith. Magic. Dad got the door open just before I dialed the number. Leif’s name was mud.Fast forward to this morning, just another lovely Monday morning. Leif smacks into the kitchen table at the only sharp point on its surface. I called Mom and Dad. They rushed over. Mom watched the big boys. Dad escorted Leif and me to Urgent Care. 3 stitches.
Leif and Luke make quite a pair today. Luke smacked into the truck door when we stopped to play on the beach. I was opening it as he decided to run by. I am so thankful the gash wasn’t big enough for stitches, but he does have a nice goose-egg on his forehead.
Do you think this will be our last emergency trip to the doctor? Yeah, I know the answer to that one. Sigh. Again.
Injury Tally:
Levi ~ 2 fractures (collar bone and foot)
Luke ~ staples in the head
Leif ~ stitches on face
Russ and I are supposed to be flying out of state this coming Monday for our first real vacation alone in 6 years. I’m sure everything will go smoothly. Right? Right??!!