So what did you do this weekend?
Friday we did this… which was AWESOME.
This too…
We got a chance to see the Blue Angels at their practice run for Fleet Week, which is always a thrill since the husband actually knows a few members of the team and it’s always a kick in the pants to say… holy shit I KNOW that guy.
It was another gorgeous day in the city, with clouds and sun combining to make those really awesome shots above. (Can I tell you how much I LOVE my new camera???)
And as usual, the kidlet thought that the airplanes were KICK ASS and from start to finish, it had the makings of a killer day.
Well, that is until THIS happened…
People, if you are at ALL squeamish, I suggest not continuing further… Suffice it to say, it was a rough night…
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Yeah, so THAT would be my preshus cherub’s noggin with two staples in it.
He made it to 3 years old before he had his first trip to the ER, but WHAT a trip it was. In some sort of foot trips, flings head through air, head meets corner of open car door scenario, the husband and I found ourselves with a screaming kiddo, who was bleeding profusely from the scalp. Ah head wounds, always the dramatic bleeders. Ironically, we got him bundled into the car, with me applying pressure to his scalp and he stopped crying. And just looked at me and said, “Mama, stop touching my head.”
Uh yeah kid, ain’t gonna happen.
So we took a trip to the local ER, where they deemed him worthy of numbing gel, numbing shots in the head and two pretty metallic surgical staples. Through all of his he made not a peep, playing angry birds on the IPad and charming the pants off of the slammed ER staff. The only time he did look up though was when they put those staples in… and just to look at the doctor and say, “Ouch”.
This kid is a freakin’ super hero .
He and his cranium are back to normal, except for his staples… which have caused no small amount of excitement amongst the neighborhood kids. He is apparently AWESOME and SO COOL right now.
His father and I are BASKET CASES right now and would like to wrap him in bubble wrap every morning when he wakes up.
Gah. My children are trying to kill me.
