this weekend we had an adventure on long island...
On friday morning me and the babe travelled out to the Hamptons to spend some time with my parents, not for Father's day or anything like that but because I still have no computer and NEED to get my school stuff done. Well we arrive and the babe was all giggly and playing with my dad- the playing consisted of my dad winding up a snowglobe for the babe to dance to over and over again.
Saturday morning after waking up at the ungodly hour of 5 am, me, the babe and my dad were down stairs watching each other watch t.v. The babe decided he wanted to play with my dad again and went into the other room. There was a crash of glass, a moment of silence and then a horrible cry of pain from my baby's mouth. He had cut his hand open on the snowglobe, which he dropped somehow. He ended up needing 4 stitches in his hand.
So we spent a perfectly lovely day (the only good one of the weekend) in the emergency room.
More updates:
I checked the scale and I actually weigh 132 lbs (3 lbs more than I weighed before the babe)
4 comments:
You mean you didn't just put a butterfly bandage on it? How will he ever end up with any interesting scars that he can tell stories about when he gets older?
Ouch, sorry to hear about the triage trip to the E.R. Glad to hear it wasn't anything wicked serious, but still, the crash/shriek had to be pretty scary!
funny liz, the first thing mommy said when she looked at it was "well it probably could just be butterfly'ed but i dotnt hink we have any small enough"
When I first read the post, I assumed she wasn't home for the weekend and that is why you ended up at the emergency room and not with a butterfly bandage!
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