This Time it Really Was Blood

After last week’s nail polish scare, I couldn’t not post about last night’s adventure in parenting.  This time there really was blood.  (No gory pictures, I promise!)  When I arrived home after several hours in the emergency room with my three-year-old daredevil, I found my sewing machine exactly as pictured above.  Apparently, that’s exactly where I was in the process of sewing my Covert Robin project when I heard the scream.  Oddly enough, the scream came from the six-year-old not from the little guy whose head was gashed open thanks to a pretty hard smack with the wooden tree-swing in our backyard.

He was so cute in his little hospital gown in the ER . . . at least until he got tired of sitting in a tiny room waiting. The staff was amazing, though, so I really can’t complain at all!Charlie had a great nurse.  He thought it was hilarious when he asked Charlie how old he was, and Charlie responded without skipping a beat, “14.”  Really, he thought it was so funny, he brought other people to the room just to make them ask Charlie how old he was.  Then he snickered and said, “He’s a little small for his age.”

The funniest part of the whole night for me was when the doctor looked down at Charlie’s big toe as he was finishing up the stitches and asked, “Did you get blood on your toe?  Oh, no.  That’s nail polish.  Did your sister paint your toe?”  “Nope.  Me did it.”Three stitches and a good night’s sleep, and we’re all good to go.  He’s actually hanging out with me right now in our church’s coffee shop while I blog and his older brother and sister attend their homeschool co-op writing class.Here’s another little peek at that Covert Robin project.  I finished it up this morning!  I have a few more little things to add, and it will be off to it’s secret recipient next week.  Do you have any sewing plans for the weekend?