We had a very interesting night last night. It started out pretty well. We went to Chick-fil-A to see Santa and have dinner. Catherine loved seeing Santa, even though she couldn't think of anything to ask him for for Christmas. She finally came up with "decorations"--not sure what that's supposed to mean. She had the "Birthday Buckaroo" horse with her from her preschool. Each kid takes it home for a night on their birthday and writes in a journal about what they do. She was excited to take him to see Santa.
Will was a fan of Santa in theory, but not in person. He kept saying that he wanted to see Santa, but when we walked up, he completely freaked out. Jay was holding him, but he was shaking and crying and truly terrified. You would have thought we were handing him over to a kidnapper or something. He did however like the candy cane Santa gave him. He ate it after dinner and wanted another one. We told him that to get another one he had to see Santa. You could tell this was causing a really big dilemma....he really wanted the candy cane but did not want to see Santa. He decided to skip the extra candy cane :)
So we got home from Chick-fil-A and about 5 minutes later, Will fell and hit his head on the brick fireplace. He had a very deep gash, about an inch wide but very deep. I was pretty sure we needed stitches, so we all headed to the ER. (Yes, this is our 3rd ER visit in 6 months.) The ER was crazy busy. Apparently Catherine did not handle the stress of Will bleeding and other sick people very well. As we were checking Will in, I look over and she started throwing up in the middle of the floor. Great. This was getting interesting! So 4 hours, 5 stitches, and 2 throw up buckets later, we headed home at 11:30pm. Catherine's reaction was really quite interesting. Within a couple of minutes of Will finally getting his stitches, she perked right up and started talking and was completely fine. I think she really was very worried about him. I'll spare you the details of keeping a 2 year old still to put 5 stitches in his head, but let's just say that it is not an easy thing for a mommy (or daddy) to handle. I did pretty well, didn't even cry, but it was not a memory I will forget. Poor Will. But what's a boy without a few battle scars? Thankfully today he seems okay. We just have to go back on Monday to get the stitches out.
These are the things that make me feel like a legitimate parent! We're all about making some memories.
