


Well, I just typed a whole page about our exciting day, but true to the form of this wretched day, the computer crashed and deleted everything I'd written.
So I will write the important stuff again really quick. Baby Garry fell down at 6, cracked his face open, got 5 stitches in his eyebrow, and a huge goose-egg on his forehead. It took three grown adults to hold him down while the doctor put the stitches in, and I'm sure the entire city of Cedar heard his screaming. It's 10:15 at night, we just got back from the Instacare, and everything is okay after all. We took some pictures to show you guys, but the goose-egg has gone down significantly and the stitches are covered up with a band-aid, so you don't get to see him in all his glory. Sorry.
He's our little protege. I was 19 years old before I got my first stitches, and Garry says he didn't get any until he was back from his mission. Our little boy is such an over-achiever. :) Not yet 15 months old and already 5 stitches. What a man. We gave him a cheese stick to ease his suffering when we got home. It's amazing how much easier it is to cope when you're at home with your own toys and you have a cheese stick.