Our very first trip to the ER. Three stitches later, we’re back to normal.

Yesterday morning started out pretty darn good. My baby decided to sleep in til seven – basically a miracle from a mama’s perspective. Bruno started whining in his kennel about an hour before that, but the hubs let him out so I could stay within the warmth of our bed. Amazing. Puppers got a bath, and if there’s one thing I love it’s the non-stink of a clean dog. And then, within twenty minutes of me actually getting out of bed…the whole direction of our day changed.

I sat on the couch, knees tucked into my oversized sweatshirt while running through my emails. In case you haven’t heard, it’s more than freezing in Minnesota these days. And minus twenty-five outside means you’re chilly inside no matter how warm you keep your house. Seriously. But that’s a story for another day. Anyway: Rick and I were on the couch, Ricky was running back and forth from his duplo tower to the couch, showing us his creations. Suddenly, he tripped. Fell and bonked his head on the space between the cushion and the base of the couch, and it was LOUD. Rick was off the couch before I could even gather my bearings, scooping up a hysterical child – who I assumed was going to need an ice pack and some TLC. He turned…there was blood everywhere...Continue reading at The Mommyhood Project

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