It always happens when Dad's gone!

The accidents always seem to happen when Dad's gone!

Zach was jumping on the trampoline and came in crying. . . hard.  I knew it wasn't the usual

sad cry . . . that he was really hurt (all the blood was a clue too).  I looked at his wound and saw that a butterfly wouldn't work.  He had quite a gash on his lip.  We grabbed a towel, some ice, and my wallet and headed to the after hours clinic.

One hour, 160 dollars, two new friends (the nurse and the nurse practitioner) 

and only 2 stitches later we were ready to head out.  

Zach was a trooper.  He tried a technique I learned during childbirth . . . sleep through it!

At least he tried (and I tried) and at least he was relaxed enough to make it 

a whole lot easier on the staff and himself!  

He was adorable!  I even thought he was asleep, but he wasn't.

Zach had a trophy wound when Dad came home!  

There's something satisfying about handling hard things  . . . even when Dad's gone!