only this time it wasn't my kid. (shocking)
John came into the bathroom (where I was taking a leisurely float in the tub) to inform me that my sister called in a panic about Colin. She was not supervising him as usual sitting right there next to him when he fell and gashed his head open on the corner of the coffee table.
(Just picking on you, Kate :)
Since Justin was at work, I went to the hospital to take pictures for later exploitation on my blog to offer my support for my scared sister and poor little Colin.
Here is the little guy watching TV, acting like nothing is wrong.
Here is the doctor beginning the stitches. Colin will be glad I took this picture someday.
This is the type of experience that turns a boy into a man.
And yes, that is Justin in the above photo. He arrived so quickly I think he came by jet plane. Turns out, I wasn't needed after all. Except I did take a few good photos AND promised Colin his mother would buy him a new monster truck (since this episode was clearly all her fault.) You're welcome Kate. Anytime. Anytime.
8 comments:
I'm so glad he's OK!!
Everyone could use a sister like you!! Wanna be mine? Maybe you could photograph my up-coming surgery.
thanks for coming!!! He did get his monster truck..ok he got 2 and a milk shake and chicken nuggets and french fries... .we felt bad for the little guy!!!
Can you email these pics to me? I must pretend I'll scrapbook them sometime...
You are the nicest sister ever:) I like to exploit...I mean support, my sister too....
I loved the "to exploit on my blog" line. Honesty at its best. Whenever my kids have some type of major catastrophe, I am usally in search of my camera. Does that make me a bad Mom or just a really good blogger? I'll have to give this some thought. :)
The shot of the stitches made me a bit queasy, but nice that your nephew will be able to look back on this experience someday.
-Francesca
Ahh! Poor little guy.. glad he is ok!
Glad Colin is okay! Reminds me of the time I was taking my kids to the pediatrician for a checkup. Matt was playing with a small flashlight in the backseat, and he managed to take it apart and eat the light bulb. When I went to take him out of his car seat, he had little bits of glass all over his mouth. All was okay, thank God! It was embarrassing though when the doctor asked, "What brings you to the office today?" and I had to give her the modified reason.
how come you never write about me on your blog?
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