First Stitches

I've parented 9 kids, 4 are "mine" plus 1 right now...and we ended the summer (August) with our first ever stitches.

Arrived home at 430 from work and picking G up from a birthday party to find my step dad and kids with a cut across Z's eyebrow - top to bottom/left eye (just like my sister when she was 3).

Stepdad thought it was no big deal or that we should get some butterfly stitches for him since that is what he's done for himself over the years. HELLO dude? He's 5. It's his face. He's MY beautiful boy. Um, no.

To which I swung around and said: Which 2 of my kids are you taking with you tonight while I head to urgent care? He responded appropriately with: "Which two would you like me to take?" The two most difficult right now: G & I. Then, I was in the car with three and off to urgent care.  I saw a neighbor, Laura, on the way out of our neighborhood and asked which place she'd go.  To Brighton we went.

We met a "lovely" (not) 3 year old that after 1-2 hours of her crap, I finally said: "You know, we don't ALL find you very funny. Some people here are really sick and they don't want to hear you anymore." Yup, I said it. I was super sweet about it.  She smiled and it didn't stop her. It was like nobody had ever suggested that the world didn't revolve around her and I was just crazy.  I got lots of smiles from the waiting room. Her mom took her outside to play but that cunning little on wiggled herself back in twice (snowballed the mom). Think of this: Mom who calls her kid Butt, Booger and other nice names loudly in public...classy chick. No wonder this kid wanted to put her bloody band-aid from her filthy (not dirty, filthy) leg on my son's forehead and also tried to kiss my girls while shaking her booty and slapping her butt.

Anyway, I view her as a little gift. Whipped my kids right into shape. They were PERFECTLY behaved for the first time EVER! They knew she was naughty and they didn't want to be like her.

Nurse Linda was awesome. She has 3 kids - 20, 19 and 18...She told me to look her up when the kids are teenagers and she'd take me out for a drink - that I was going to need it with 3 teenager daughters. I think she was serious because she tracked me down and gave me a hi-five before leaving.

Anyway, 2 stitches became 3. Twins watched Dr. Mary B. but were charged without saying a SINGLE word...especially because K is a narrator of every event. M was totally into the whole thing watching every step. I think she'll end up in a medical field. Z didn't cry once! He doesn't even know he had two needles in his head. After he asked if she sewed into his head like I sew in my sewing room - motioning how that happens. I said yet and his eyes got huge with a smile. 

He's already telling war stories.

Came home to step dad who was headed out of town. Zade insisted that he cook him French Toast. I made the girls eggs. Bed. 

In many ways, it was a wonderful day. In others - holy CRAP - my baby boy.

Now, to see if we can salvage this weekend's planned camping trip.

Oh, how did it happen?  He was running in the house.  (not allowed)  He fell and landed with his head into the frame of the couch.  Slice and a boo-boo welt on his forehead.  Nice :)  I'm wondering if any of them have learned the "no running in the house" lesson yet?  Probably not. ;)