My Big Truck Book

Here he comes again!

We ushered in Father's Day weekend with an early morning trip to the emergency room. Andrew slipped and hit his face on the only uncovered sharp corner in the house. After a harrowing 2 hours, during which he was wrapped in a blanket, strapped to a board, and immobilized by 3 people so the doctor could sew the sutures, we all needed a big hug (and a cocktail would have been nice, but it wasn't even noon yet . . .)

He's handled the stitches well. After the first couple of days, he lost interest in them. His bruised eye has returned to it's usual fleshy pink color and he's resumed normal activities: running head-long into walls, throwing himself out of the bounce house and circling the house at dizzying speeds while screaming "here he comes again!" He's a handful.

The stitches are supposed to come out Friday (hopefully with much less drama . . . ).