So, Troy is out of town, and just yesterday I had the thought that we might make it through this trip without a disaster. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
We were getting ready to leave the house this morning, and poor Katie had been a little grouchy, so I didn't think too much of it when she started to cry.
But, she came up to me and wanted to be held, and when I picked her up she had blood running down her face!
She had tripped and hit her head on the corner of our sheet music box.
It was just a little cut, but we took her to the emergency room to see if she needed a stitch or two. Luckily, it was a really clean laceration and they were able to glue it shut. But, not until they made us wait 2 and a half hours.
Thank goodness for Andrea. She took Becky for me, and I returned just in time to take Evan so Andrea could rush Anna to the doctor.
What is it with these absentee husbands of ours?
No, seriously, I know you'd be here if you could Troy. Everything is fine.
And here is the little miss now. Don't be freaked out, it looks worse than it really is!