So, I had plans. Every time we got close to doing what I was supposed to, something happened.
Clint and I were going to go to a Movie: ELi got stung by a wasp.
Clint and I were going to go test drive cars: Dora fell out of a crib and bit her tongue, Eli sprayed himself in the eye with perfume.
Today, Clint and I were going to take his car to the dealership. ON the way we stopped at a store, Eli fell out of the hammock I put him in and cut his lip, and loosened his tooth.
His cut is bad enough that if his daddy didn't work in an ER he would have gotten stitches.
I am no longer making any kinds of plans for anything, for the sake of my kids.
I will tell you this though, I take care of lots of hurt or injured kids. It is really sad. What is worse is that you have to turn off the dad part to be a doctor or turn off the doctor part to be a dad. I sat there and knew he was in pain and what to do to make it better, but could not force him to hold the medicine up to his lip. Instead I opted for a band aid and having his mom sing to him to make him better. Just as we were getting to an ER. I figured he was OK and took him home.
A few photos on a Sunday
9 years ago
You clearly have to be more secretive about what you're planning.
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