I got the vacuum out. It was 8:05 pm and the babies were screaming bloody MURDER because they were tired and needed to be put down and if you would just wait one second little ones I will lay you down but if I lay you down now and vacuum you will just wake up and scream and then it will be hell getting you down again and the big kids down at all. SO. I decided to vacuum first.
There is something about the vacuum that possess my children. They grow horns and their eyes turn green and their voices hit pitches you only hear from dog whistles. They run and scream and act as if the vacuum is in fact going to suck their bodies right in to it.
Spencer was the one seized by it's magical powers tonight and ran circles around the table while I did my work.
I was headed to the office/front room and he darted in front of me and dove into the couch. Suddenly he grabbed his eye and started wailing. I sat the vacuum up and turned it off to give him some comfort. As I walked over to him, only then did I realize the blood dripping from his face.
Nice slice. Just passed his eyebrow. 3 stitches. didn't even flinch.
He was as stoic and awesome as they come. many comments were made about how great he did.
He got a kit-kat and a new squirt gun (the plunger thing that they cleaned out his cut with) and the award for the first kid to get stitches in our family.
We wondered when it would happen.
I would have taken a picture with my new cell phone of the actual procedure but couldn't for the life of me figure out how to get it to camera. (I know...technology is not my thing)
So. on my watch. (Jan's been in Florida since Sunday) yes, a kid was broken.
at least my house was clean when the neighbor came over to sit with the other 4 :)
