Frank got a baaaad boo boo

Last night I had to take poor Max to the ER for getting his finger caught in the fan blade. As much as I hate to say it, I'm thinking this will only be the first of many trips. I'm don't know what he did exactly (even though I was 3 feet away) but all I heard was the motor stop and Donnie run over to get him and then blood everywhere. We couldn't tell how bad it was at first, but the nurse told us to go ahead and take him to the ER and when I got there I realized how mangled his finger was. They had to remove the nail and give him 5 stitches. Gruesome! But the nurses and doctors were great, one of them blew bubbles to help take his mind off what was happening although that didn't last long. Hysteria reined supreme. They finally gave him some medicine to calm him down and I swear he was drunk. He laughed at everything I said like it was the funniest thing he ever heard and couldn't walk a few feet without running into something when he got home. Thankfully he's fine now.


Relaxing with daddy for a few before heading off to bed. That little bitty bandage can't begin to tell the whole story.