Boys will be Rough Boys

This past Tuesday afternoon Reese's daycare called and said, "Reese has fallen off a tricyle and hit his head, and you need to come get him." It was that short and to the point. I said, "I'm on my way, but in the meantime, his Daddy is in the Regions Bank building next door, so I'll send him over."

Brent went to get Reese and then called me and said he was going to need stitches.

Well great.

I called Dr. T's office and they said since it was so late in the day just take him to the emergency room.

I called Melany and she told me to bring him up to Wetumpka because she knew which doctor was working that day, and said he was really good. I picked Reese up from Brent and we headed up the road.

During the ride to the ER Reese kept saying,

"I don't like doctors."

"I don't like shots."

"This is not going to be fun."

"Mommy, I don't like this."

And then he would start over with his phrases.

Long story short, Reese had two STAPLES, not stitches put in his head. Somehow I knew this wouldn't slow him down though. He left the hospital and we went to McDonald's with Melany and Brooks, and played on the play ground as a treat for being so good.

They are kind of hard to see in this picture but they are above his right ear. Thankfully it wasn't in the middle of his forehead.

And by the way, I am not surprised that Reese was my first child to have stitches. Those of you who know him personally are not surprised either.