Trials of childhood.

Big Will is having a bit of a rough year.  We had a BBQ one Sunday evening with some of our friends.  It wasn't two minutes after they said good-bye that Big Will bit it running to get on his scooter to ride around with Miss M.  

I think I saw it all happen but then at the same time I'm not sure what I saw.  I think he tried to run and get on his scooter quick but his foot missed the scooter but his hands connected to the handlebars.  The handlebars went down and Big Will went down with them.  There was lots of crying and blood but the crying wasn't related to the blood. The crying was related to him being upset that he didn't use his break and he couldn't ride around with Miss M.  He wasn't really phased by the blood at all.  It phased me.  Thankfully, Andrew was outside and on his way inside so he was able to get a cold cloth to put on his chin.  I looked at it and realized it was bad.  It was going to require a trip to the ER.  Andrew drew the short straw and had to take him. I just couldn't handle the blood and another trip to any doctor.  

We all loaded up in the minivan and trekked to the ER.  I was holding him and didn't want to put him in his car seat b/c I didn't want him touching it or letting blood get everywhere.  The girls and I ended up walking home b/c five people hanging out in the ER is unnecessary.  

Andrew said the doctor told him that Big Will was the best patient they'd had all month. He was a champ. He didn't cry (once he gained his composure from the initial fall). He let them stitch him up without any hesitation.  They papoosed him and told Andrew it was like when Kayleen wraps him in a burrito.  

The stitches came out five days later.  I took him to the pediatricians on Friday and they cut them out. There were three stitches total.  Again he was a champ.  I sat in the chair and tried not to throw up and he laid on the table completely unphased that the doctor was going to cut the stitch and pull them out with tweezers.

Then there's Cate.  Oh Cate.  Lately she's been twirling her hair and knotting it.  We've cut at least six of these knotted balls out of her hair. I want to leave them in so she stops creating new ones but Andrew thinks they looks stupid. They do look stupid but the kid with chunks cut out of their hair looks stupid too.