Ever Have A Plan?

Jimmy was off work on Thursday for his company picnic. The day before I got my hair cut, figured out what I would wear to impress his colleagues and bathed both my children. That morning Claire and Nick were playing in the playroom while I did dishes and Jim fiddled around on the computer with work stuffs. Then we heard a BANG, or a THUD and then a scream. Nick had fallen/been pushed into our wooden toy storage unit. He split the skin just below his lip pretty badly. So instead of looking fabulous for the picnic we rushed to the pediatrician, then to the ER for stitches.

(us in the ER waiting. which is what we did mostly)

(2 inside his mouth, and about 5 outside under his lip). They didn't have to tie him down. We had to hold him down, Jim had his head and I had the rest of him. And boy is he strong! They numbed him and after that he fussed a bit and fell asleep for the rest of the stitches. (so precious) Then we went to the picnic. I did not have time to shower and fix my newly cut hair, and Nick looked like this:

Sometimes even the best plans are changed. Everyone is fine here. Nick is again able to feel his lip and is thankfully leaving his stitches alone (for the most part). They will dissolve in about 2 weeks. We go to the plastic surgeon in 10 days to have them checked for infections and such.