A trip to the E.R.

Last night didn't go quite as we'd planned. Spencer slipped on the wet tile of our bathroom and smashed his head against the corner of our marble tub, and started spurting blood all over. We were both pretty traumatized. He ended up having to go to the hospital for stitches, after a looong wait - the whole ordeal from start to finish was about 6 1/2 hours. He was SUCH a trouper - after the initial shock, he didn't cry, and was a really good sport about the whole thing. Here he is:





I also have to give a shout out to Donelle Quinn, who not only did initial triage for Spencer, but took care of Colin until 11:00 at night, and somehow made the time to give Spencer a plate of sugar cookies with a cute get-well card . . . thank you!!!! I owe you BIG time!!! (:

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