First, forgive me.
I digress to Halloween.
Last week was a busy mess of my own making resulting in no posts!
Last year I didn't get to do anything for the kid's classes for holidays because we had just moved.
I was feeling deprived so I decided to be in charge of parties for all THREE of their classes.
Next year, there shall be balance.
Pumpkin carving is a favorite activity for the boys.
They are finally getting good enough to do a lot of their own work to Hottie Husband's relief.
Though he does assist in the design and the cutting for Toots.
There was a new helper this year.
He loved scooping the guts in and out of the pumpkins with the spoon
his hands and even thought it might work as a good
After letting him "help" for a really long time, I made him get down from the table, fearful that he might fall.
Not a good idea.
He followed me up to my bedroom, tripped and hit the corner of the dresser.
There was a nice gash. Deep. Bleeding. Lots of screaming.
me- Does he need stitches?
me- Everyone get in the car.
Toots was sick to his stomach, feeling like he was going to throw up with worry.
Jackie Boy was talking about how he was going to be okay and talking to him.
Mister Luke was asking if the same thing had ever happened to any of them, if he was losing to much blood, if he could come in to the room and watch.
It was deep, but it was straight.
I sighed with relief when the doc said it could be glued. He wouldn't need stitches.
While the doc glued it, the kids stood in front of him, distracting him by singing-
Itsy Bitsy Spider
Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
He smiled and laughed and left the hospital his cheerful self.
We returned home to half carved pumpkins that the boys finished in the morning.
They turned out like this.
And our other Little Pumpkin
turned out like this!
But he got those fancy balloons and a sticker from the ER.