War Wounds

Last Friday David had his first encounter with stitches. The poor little man was just trying to be helpful when he took the broom from me and said "my turn to sweep". Somehow along the way, whilst I was distracted picking up toys and crayons from the floor, David lodged the broom into his big barn. At this point he must've somehow fallen into it, where he managed to badly cut his nose. After three rounds of anesthetic (no surprise that they had a hard time knocking him out) my beautiful boy was then sporting his first stitches, 5 eyelash stitches. Yesterday he got them out, and after that ordeal recieved the "big dinosaur" that he picked out earlier. It was a heart breaking ordeal, but he's lived through the other end of it, and we're so pleased with our brave little boy who has officially been made a Greenwood.