Ty was jumping on the bed. A headfirst dive into my nightstand gave him an upper lip split in two. After much blood, swearing (on my part), screaming (on his part) and singing (it calmed me down, even if it was originally meant to calm him down), we both chilled enough to realize he was going to need stitches. Of course, Dad was at work and I was in my PJs, and it was exactly 9 PM (Instacare closes at 9!). After a quick phonecall and change of clothes, we headed to the ER. Ty was such a brave kid - no crying until they strapped him on that stupid papoose board to restrain him and it stopped as soon as they let him up.

5 stitches and 2 hours later=

The first of many, I am sure.