"boys will be boys...."

if i've heard this 1 time in the past few days i've heard it 100 times!

last wednesday i got up early to get all the house work done.

called and set up a play date at the park.

paid bills.

changed the kids clothes.

packed a picnic.

headed out the door.

came back home to get the phone i forgot.

then, we really headed to the park.

we got to the park.
i didn't take any pictures.
the kids were playing, swinging, grazing on snacks.
i was really enjoying my time talking to my friend bekah.

you see, coleman has "conquered" the play ground. we went twice a week during school.
he can go up the steps. he slides down the slide. walks around. he's pretty good at it!
well this day he grabbed a piece of pb&j and headed up the steps.
i'm not sure if it was the mouth full of sandwich or if speed played a factor.
non the less he fell. he didn't fall hard but, "he just fell right"
he lightly bumped. his mouth on the side of the step.
blood. went. everywhere. immediately.

*in the hospital before the stitches*

i will save you all the gory details. but a few seconds after the "bump",
we decided negmc would be next on the list of things to do that day.
my friend bekah took emily. thank god.
my mother in law graciously went with us to the hospital.
four...yes four stitches later we headed home...
coleman lost 1 stitch on thursday and by friday night he had lost 2 more.
he still has the one, and it is dissolvable.

he was a total trooper. i was a total basket case.
this "bump" will most likely leave a small scar on his lip but it will not be too noticeable.
one day he will probably love to tell people all about how he handled stitches at 15 months and how that was just the beginning.
lord help me.