I guess with 4 boys in the house, I should start getting used to bumps, bruises, breaks, and such, but the sight of blood still makes me woozy.
Just this Sunday, Bryson came running to our pew from the foyer. I caught the words, "mommy...Grant...Blood!" and I was out the door. Grant tripped and landed forehead first into a brick corner piece of wall. All is well now, but man, head wounds bleed.
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THAT'S what happened. :) yikes! So are there any stitches? Poor guy.
I hope he is ok. Of course it would happen at chruch! I have a confession to make... Even when the boys get hurt I want to take a picture to post on my blog.
By the way I tagged you ;)
Oh my goodness! He is a tough little guy. Chicks dig scars right? =)
Oh that's a sad little face. Ben did a face plant at church last week, but we were lucky, no blood!
Yeah Brian came back from the bathroom where he took Eliza to change her diaper and was all excited to tell me about the blood. Well, excited isn't the right word...that makes it sound like he was happy...more like he was pumped up to tell me something that involved injuries and blood. Men!
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