Well we had our first set of stitches tonight –– on Chris that is.
I was upstairs putting away laundry and getting Sam ready for gymnastics class when Chris came into the house screaming bloody murder. I went rushing down the hall and met him running up the steps, dripping blood all the way. His hands were covered in blood as was his face. I pulled his hands away and saw a huge gash in his forehead. All he told me was that the little neighbor boy had accidentally hit him in the head with a golf club.
The neighbor boy got his mom and she helped me get my wits together and get Chris in the car with Emily applying pressure to his head. Chris almost passed out once we got to the urgent care and they rushed us to a room. After monitoring him, they determined that the cut was too deep to "glue" back together so they were going to have to suture him. Chris was such a big boy. He didn't even cry when they went to numb him, however poor pitiful mommy passed out. Seven stitches (one for each year) and three hours later we finally were on our way home.
Here is my Frankenstein boy. Poor thing.