The Good
I GOT MY BIRCHBOX!!
There's something about this little box of awesomeness that makes me do the happy dance. Yes I know, I need a life...


The Bad
As I've said in a previous post, if #2 falls and hurts himself then I would have to hurt my husband. I may have even said that I would shank him. Yeah I said it. And I meant it, but then on Thursday #2 fell pretty hard and I wasn't around a sharp enough object to shank the hubs with. That and I'd probably go to jail. I figured the hubs would feel bad enough and that was good enough for me :) My poor baby went over a jump and because of how he wasn't standing or was standing (still not sure) his feet flew out from under him and he was laying on the bike, when he landed his hand was stuck full throttle. Thankfully the fence wasn't attached at the bottom and he slid through the fence right behind his bike (again thankfully he was behind the bike) and into the trash can. He cried for a bit and said it scared him. Then he blamed his dad and let me hold him like I did the day he was born. Then I heard the best words ever, he said he wanted to sell his bike! About 20 minutes later he was back on and had already changed his mind. Booo! I can't wait for his armor vest to get her. I won't worry about his insides so much because it's the same vests bull riders wear. A lot of the motocross guys wear them now to protect their organs.
Here he is with a scratch under his eye. His goggles rubbed him so hard he got a little rash. He was upset because he didn't get a black eye...??

The Ugly
So then the next day we were out front letting the kids play. I told them it was time to go in so I could start dinner. #2 and 3 started fighting over a scooter and then #3 was crying. She was holding her chin so I knew something was up. I pulled her arms away and there was blood all over. ACK! I don't do well with blood but for some reason it didn't bother me. All of a sudden it was hectic. Blood all over the bathroom counter, in the sink and all over our hands. #2 and 3 were blaming each other and the hubs was getting band aids. WTH?!?! So we got her cleaned up and dropped #1 and 2 off with our neighbors and went straight to the hospital to get some stitches.
Really, two days in a row? Now #1 feared for day three. She was convinced something was going to happen to her!
So here were are at the hospital. I don't have very many pics because the hubs was embarrassed that I was snapping away. What? the nurse said I could...
My other poor baby...

Getting checked in.

She's exhausted. Poor thing doesn't know what's coming. Here she has the numbing gel on.

Watching Sponge Bobby with dad while we wait for the stitches...

That's all I got that day. I was about to snap another pic when the hubs gave me the look. Fine. I had to help hold her down anyway while he got all light headed and had to go sit down. Normally that would have been me but for some reason I couldn't stop watching. I watched them inject her with something that was supposed to numb her (and didn't on one side, ouch!) and I watched as he gave her three stitches. He probably could have put four and I almost said something but last time I questioned a Dr. I got a weird look...
24 hours later.

And I'm happy to report that we broke the curse. #1 didn't get injured the next day :) I made sure we never stepped foot outside.









