Ebay vs. the Dresser by Clark

In our house, carnage is commonplace. Usually it is minor calamity (E taking a plastic golf club to Lils' head, E throwing quarters at Lils' head, Ebay throwing food at Lils' head...) but every so often our children produce true catastrophy greatness. Thursday was one of those days.

E and Lils were deep into a dancefest - running around with true smiles of enjoyment and with careless endangerment. Ebay was especially giddy - living life to the fullest. However, one of the legs of the bed had darker intentions. During E's third cirle of what looked like the Roger Rabbit (obviously taught by Cakes) he caught his foot - or the bed caught him - and he went hurtiling through the air. Fortunately I caught the scene from the corner of my eye. I wish I could say seeing E parallel to the ground would cause concern but he spends more time airborn than Super Man. However he did not choose his landing wisely. His over-sized head smacked directly into one of the nobs of the dresser and he earned his first "crow's foot" before his second birthday. We headed off to the hospital eager to earn the 7th punch of the month on our frequent visitors card. Hopefully this meant a free sucker for me.

We spent 4 hours total waiting for ONE STITCH. We bounced from doctor to doctor and room to room (one room I didn't want to leave because there was an older "gentleman" with 6 inch eyebrows that could have given butterfly kisses from across the room, he made me feel happy) and finally we landed at the spot of the procedure.

Ebay quickly learned who not to trust. When he saw the color white he started throwing fore-arm shivers and did everything possible to escape. It finally took a pleasant little "restraining device" to wrap him up like a Gordita to perform the procedure. At this point I must state that this was one of the worst experiences of my life. He was EXTREMELY unhappy and very upset. He kept on saying "All done, all done, all done!" hoping the end was near. He was sweating and screaming and after four attempts by the doctor he received a single stitch. Truly so much effort has never amounted to so little. :) That is the Golden stitch baby! Again, carnage is commonplace. E came home and slipped right back into his comfort zone. Cakes and I were happy that he was calm and smiling. Lily was happy too...until something struck her in the head. All is well!