1 little, 2 little, 3 little stitches

Wow, this morning as I was headed to McDonalds for our weekly play-date, I never would have imagined the day I had ahead of me. I look forward to this day all week. The kids get to run around like maniacs while I get to sit and chat it up with my friends. We got into the play area, I sat mo down on the bench and helped Grey over to the slides. He was a little nervous so I waited for Will to come down the slide to take him up the stairs. He willingly agreed and they took off up the stairs like a flash. We found out today that socks on the feet and plastic play-place stairs do not get along. As Will ran up the stairs, he slipped and hit his head and I heard a cry come out of him that I have never heard before. That is when I knew he was serious. I helped him off the stairs and turned him around and wow, blood...lots of blood..after a quick analysis by every single mother in the place, and a quick call to the best looking pediatrician in the world, we decided that my little man needed stitches. This is where I give a huge shout out to all of my friends at our play group today. HOLLA! You guys are lifesavers! Everyone offered to help and take my kids, you rock! Thanks Nicole for taking my Grey bear home, and Katie and Hailey for totally spoiling him with popsicles and ice cream. I am pretty sure that almost everyone that was there has called to check on us, we feel so loved. I love you all. And now onto the main event, luckily Koe had her camera out in a flash and we were able to get some very sad pics at McD's before we headed up to primary's for stitches.

Will was such a brave little fella. He only cried for a few seconds at McDonalds
He even managed to force a little smile


Will had to show off his sweet hospital identification
I had to post all of his pics because he was being so funny.
He chose this pose himself
This is my favorite, he cracks me up! He now brags that the doctor said he was most perfect patient. The Dr. gave him the big syringe that cleaned his wound, referred to as the "squirt gun" because he was so good. When he got home Uncle Jer asked him where he got it, he said "The doctor gave it to me because I was AWESOME!"
He did not even need to be sedated, he let the doctor go about his business and even laughed at his jokes and thanked him when he was done. It is always good idea to be polite to the man stitchin you up. I think having Dad there helped him stay calm. Bri drew him a picture of what was going to happen and then some sweet pics of Darth Vader to pass the time while his lip was being numbed.
Tonight his lip was a little swollen, but that didn't stop him from chowing down his food at Famous Daves. I am just seriously so proud of my brave little man.