SO we have become frequent visitors to our local ER. In case you've forgotten.
*Roan's Broken collar bone
*Michael's sawed hand
*and now poor Paige.
WE have had some nasty sickness running through our home. I feel like a pharmacist dispensing out the motrin and mucinex. Anyway Paige seemed to be sick-free Sunday morning, which sounds nice, but not when you are an 8 year old girl who feels left out. "Not even one cough drop?"
SO she decided she wanted hot lemon-honey water. I told her where the lemons were and she set to work. The problem was that the lemons were rather dried up, so after attempting to cut with a butter knife she found something better. In this case, that was a frosting knife with one wickedly-serrated edge. SO the other 5 of our family members are on the couch being drugged when we hear Paige scream. She comes in with blood dripping down her hand.
A quick assessment shows how bad it is, all the blood drains from Paige's face, and we quickly get her laying down with feet propped up and talk her out of fainting. We call Grandma Ging to grab the other kids and we throw some clothes on and drvie to the ER.
I'm taking a side street here: SO our ward thinks we are inactive, I am sure. And if that definition is that you have not attended for 3 weeks, then I guess we are.
May 24th, We went to church in Heber with cousins, so that the girls could sing while their cousin Abby played her violin.
May 31st, Sickness through the house.
June 7th, lamest excuse, but we slept in. For crazy reasons that I will not go into Michael and I were up til about 5am, and did not wake up, at all until 1pm. Our "thoughtful" children played quietly elsewhere in the house.
and now June 14th- Paige tried to cut off her finger!
Bishop Lamb? Are you reading this? We love church, promise.
Anyroad...... We take off to the ER, Paige is crying terrified of getting shots and stitches. Last time she was there, though only 2 1/2 years old, it was very traumatic considering her face had been bitten open by a big dog. I thought she did not remember, but terror has it's own kind of memory. Anyway, they got us in quickly and we had a very nice Doctor and Nurse. The doc did Donald Duck impressions and the nurse and Paige discovered that not only did they have the same last name, but they both go by their middle names. Thrilling stuff, folks. ANyway, after a few numbing shots, Paige watched herself get three stitches. Then she got to pick out a stuffed animal (a Hippo named Meeska, holding a coke.?? I don't get it either) and a princess sticker. And then an m&m shake cause it's a rule you have to get a shake after going to the ER. I hope Bishop stopped reading.
