No pictures please
Since I use this blog as a bit of a personal journal, to remember dates and happenings, I should dutifully note that last night was the time four year old Theo pushed two year old Francis off the footstool while brushing teeth, causing said Francis to fall precipitously against the bathtub and open a nasty gash in his chin. Three hours and a Martin/Francis emergency room visit later there were four stitches in the poor guy's chin. I'll spare you all a description of the initial mess or the difficulty of holding down a screaming child while the doctor tries to put the stitches in. Everything is fine now. And no, no photos or Youtube videos of the proceedings. Maybe I'll snap a picture of the stitches so Francis can see just where that scar came from!
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Oh, Martin, let me just say that I have totally been there (the emergency room, that is). I've taken three trips to the ER with my children now (both of whom are turning out just fine with only minor scaring). Far more difficult, though, have been the times when one kid hurt the other, sorely testing my practice of the peace testimony. I was an only child, so I had no basis for understanding when my toddler hit her baby brother over the head with a Sesame Street bus. Our ER visits have never resulted from sibling fights, but we've had both, so I send you my compassion and prayers.
This is Julie commenting. Thanks for the kind thoughts. Francis is fine. He doesn't like it when I change his bandages and I KNOW he won't like it when he has his stitches removed, but the advantage of having a child his age go through this is that he lives in the moment, so gets over things pretty quickly.