OUCH!!!

Poor little Ollie. He was in the midst of one of those crazy-boy times, running around naked and not slowing down for anything or listening to a word I said. He and Maddie were playing in her room and I was down the hall in the bathroom brushing my teeth, when all of a sudden I heard him screaming, that sort of screaming that you *know* just isn't good. He runs into my room and he's bleeding at the very top of his boy-bits... apparently he had been climbing out of Maddie's crib, as he's done many times before, but perhaps never before without clothes on. His little bits must have gotten caught somehow.... oh he wasn't happy! Thank god Andy was working from home that morning -- we ran downstairs and he immediately determined they had to go to the ER together. Turns out he needed 3 stitches. He was very brave, as always, and made a big impression at the hospital; they gave him a special toy before he left, a very elaborate tool box that he was VERY pleased with. After some rest at home on the sofa, he ran around and played for the rest of the day as if nothing had happened. Now he has a story to tell forevermore... and he's pretty responsive when I ask him to put his underwear on.