Day 2,448

The Laceration

Yesterday started off a day just like any other. 

You know, typical stuff that happens with four under six, a newborn, and homeschooling. 

While reading with Bearett, I heard a child suddenly screaming in pain. I figured it was an overreaction (as it often times is), so I slowly walked into the living room to find my little ballerina laying on the ground with blood gushing out of her pretty face. Her tights slipped on a mat and her chin caught her fall. Solo. 

A trip 4.5 hour to the ER and six stitches later, and Amelia is doing much better. 

See.

Because ice cream can fix most anything. 

Including being wrapped up in a pillowcase and a sheet and held down by two nurses while a doctor stuck needles in your face. 

Good job Big Sis. You were so brave and you’re so easy to love. 



A few hours later and we were back to normal. Almost like nothing ever happened.

 Someone get me some chocolate.