We Survived

We survived our first chin laceration tonight. After a nice dinner with friends, we headed to Shelter Cover where the kids spent a few minutes looking at the great Poseidon sculpture:) Jack was too busy looking up to notice the steps he needed to go down, so he tumbled down the stairs, bumping his head and chin somehow and gashed his chin open. A first of many, I'm sure.

Thankfully, I work for the best group of docs around. The on call doctor 'just happened' to be at Shelter Cove as well. When I called him he said for us to meet him down the road at the Hilton Head office. So we did. And he glued Jack's chin up in a jiffy. Just like that. Thank you, Dr. Peltz, and thank you, Lord, for a healthy little boy and some really convenient timing tonight! It all worked out so well!

And a special thank you to Gigi and Poppy Johnny for some cool photos (I'll post some later when I get them from her) and for watching Finn in the waiting room, AND to the Norrises for their help as well! What's that saying about it taking a village to raise a child again?

This picture and story is really not a big deal, but it might be a big deal for the out of town grandparents and great grandparents who want to know about these kinds of things.  

Hilarious Jack story (yes, it's a potty story, sorry.): 

We went to Carraba's tonight for dinner, and no dinner would be complete without Jack having to excuse himself to the restroom multiple times.  On our 2nd trip, he was doing his biz on the toilet, sitting backwards, as always.  He tilts his head way back to look at me and says this:  "I sure do like dookying at nighttime, and then the next thing I know, I turn around, and I'm peeing at Christmas."  I guess that's the 3 year old boy way of saying that time flies when you're having fun.  What a nut.