It's not so much an "if" as it is a "when."
Kind of like getting sideswiped on the highway here in Vegas... but I digress.
So, when Spencer cracked his head open the other, at my parents' house, I was non-plussed. It wasn't deep at all, or even that wide, I could see just by looking at it that it didn't need stitches. At best, they'd just superglue it back together. Meh.
So, instead, I got a clean sock, balled it up, and tied it to his head with a tie of my sweater. Worked like a charm.
When we got home that night, we wanted to keep it dry in the bath, since my good friend had kindly bandaged it up real nice.
And to get Spencer to wear his shower cap, we assigned one to EACH child.
It was priceless funni-ness, I tell you what. SO cute.
Here's the photographic bit of future blackmail. Poor Oliver got stuck with pink.
|From October 2009|
And in other news, wanna hear about my back? OF COURSE YOU DO!
It's MUCH better. In fact it has improved so much in the last three or so days, I'd almost say it was thanks to Day Light Savings Time. But, of course, I won't.
Wanna hear about my car? OF COURSE YOU DO!
It's awesome. Thanks. It'll be in the shop until NEXT Friday, as in November 13th. And in the meantime, I get to drive a Dodge Charger.
I don't like it, but at least I'm not paying for it. Well, I am, but it'll be in monthly increments known as "Insurance premiums" until I die.
Thanks Vegas Drivers. YOU ROCK!
And Oliver is now awake, so with that, I bid you adieu.