A big owie.

A couple of weeks ago I got a call from Sydney's preschool saying she had fallen on the playground and cut her chin open pretty badly, and that they thought she might need stitches. Gilby went to get her and we assessed the cut at home. On my own I probably would have taken her in, but Gilby thought it was something he could handle (he has had First Responder training, you know). He got her all cleaned up and did a good job securing it with a couple butterfly bandaids. Two weeks later and it actually does look really good. I'm happy now to have bypassed that emergency room bill!

Sydney was so funny the day of the accident. She didn't cry at all at school or home, and she recounted everything that happened. "I was running and somebody started talking to me, so I turned by head and tripped over a bike. I started *bweeding* so my teacher took me to the office. I throwed up on the teacher and in the garbage and got some on my new Hello Kitty dress." And on and on she went. She was quite excited by the ordeal. I'm amazed that she, and not one of her brothers, was the first one to be *this close* to needing stitches. Chin scars run in our family, so now she fits in perfectly!

Finishing the night out with a movie and popcorn with Daddy.