A Chin Split Open

Yesterday we opted out of going swimming (well I did at least) because the kids were not getting along all morning and I was fighting for every single bit of cooperation. After they made it through their chores I took them to the library. Even that proved to be difficult. At one point all of them were yelling in there and I was getting some disapproving looks from an old lady. Geesh, sometimes you just can't win!

In the afternoon the kids talked me into letting them ride bikes. We ride bikes at Milo's mom's house because she has better sidewalks and lives on a cul-de-sac street. I set up a chair in the garage and watched them ride away. Nathan loves to ride his bike and just recently started telling me he was all about learning 'tricks'. I have tried telling him I am not the one to inform about his 'tricks' but he is just so dang proud of himself. I sat there and watched him crash, it was awful! Usually he shakes it off but this time he sat there screaming. I ran to him thinking it wasn't that bad.

I took him inside and started cleaning him up and then I saw his chin. I stayed calm while he freaked out. I was pretty sure he would need some sort of stitches, it was so deep. Is it sick and wrong to wish I had my camera before he went to the doctor? You know, just to document it all.

Luckily he didn't need stitches. They just used some butterfly bandages to keep the skin closed. There was a chunk of skin missing so there wasn't enough to stitch. He was so funny on the way to the office, he kept saying, 'Oh, I am so scared. This is just scary. I hope I can be brave.' It was priceless. He was really brave and didn't cry at all. Thank heavens there were no needles and stitches.

He roughed himself up pretty good. Both elbows, a hand, his chin and the inside of one cheek. He told me his chompers bit his mouth. He is such a funny boy. He can even act cheesy and silly when he is hurt all over the place.

He wanted to call both of our moms and fill them in on the happenings of the night. By the time he talked to them, he was all animated and loud. Not acting hurt at all. In fact by that point it was me that was losing it. I kept it together in the office but after that I was worried about the scar and how it will heal. Silly I know. When I calmed down I realized how watched over he was, no missing or broken teeth, no serious injuries. Thank heavens!

I'm sure this wont be my last quick trip to a walk in clinic. Am I going to survive the raising of boys?