Wyatt slipped on a kitchen rug at grandmas last night and fell face first onto the wood floor. As I was attempting to wipe the blood away the chunk of skin that had been cut hung down.
I gasped and said "stitches". Grandma agreed. So, I left Conner with the Grandparents and zoomed to the ER.
Long story short, by the time the doc got to us the skin had already reattached itself and the doc said he didn't need stitches.
Wonder how much those brilliant words will cost us...
These are pics from breakfast this morning. A little yogurt and Popsicles for breakfast.
1 Calling Birds:
Poor little guy! I hope his lip gets better soon! All the pictures from your trip are awesome! It looks like you guys had sooooo much fun!
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