Ohhh my poor little Gagey. He is so accident-prone (like his mom). Today he tripped on a discarded sippy cup and landed chin-first on a footrest that one of the kids had turned upside-down on the carpet.
I was on the phone with Ben when I heard Gage cry and went to check it out. And when I saw this gaping, bleeding cut, with the little fat cells in there, I was like, "Oh, honey. You'd better come home. We have to go get this stitched up." (We only have one car. Which is so much fun. But still better than having Ben gone.)
So Ben came home and we rushed him over to the pediatrician's office. Luckily, this was a job not for stitches, but for that superglue stuff. Ben went into the office with Gage and I stayed in the foyer with Micah. Which was just fine with me. I heard Gage's cries from down the hall, poor kid.
So now he's all glued together:
Oh, and hey, by the way, I'm going in for major surgery tomorrow. Can you pray for me? I'd appreciate it.