This'll leave you in stitches!

Do you know how difficult it is to have your camera on hand with 5 anklebiters? Thus, no pictures :)

In our town, they have spring clean up, where you get to haul your unwanted junk to your curb, and the city picks it up for you...but before that can happen all the metal junkies, and junk junkies pilfer and wade through your piles to make sure there is nothing worth salvaging first. So, we were hauling, and cleaning and doing more yard stuff today, and trying to keep said people from hauling off our WANTED merchandise...one of my favorite tasks, to be sure. By about 6:00, we were all pretty tired, so we began the clean up process.

Aeden and Liah decided to supervise our activities from the top of the truck. I was none to happy about their choice of venue, but as I opened my mouth to express my frustration, I hear Liah scream, and then she starts cry-screaming, "I'm gonna freak out! I'm gonna freak out!" So, I braced for it, and walked over to find she had done a nice little number on the top of her foot, with, of all the things, the windshield wiper (don't ask me how...I still can't figure it out). It was pretty nasty, so Bryan took her along with Zerin for some emotional support to the First Med place. We are pretty much on a first name basis now with all their staff.

I got the little boys dinner, but all I could think about is my sweet little girl freaking out when she found out she needed a shot.

Well, cutting to the chase a bit, I couldn't stand the wait, so I called my mom-in-law to come sit with the boys and I took off to be with Liah along with Bryan. I got there right as they were giving her the shots. Horrors. They gave her more than twice as much as they give a child her age, because she just wasn't numbing up. Turns out, numbing medication doesn't seem to work on her very well. She still felt a lot of the stitches, it was awful.

Thinking back to the other two times she has gotten stitches, I could just die...I can't even imagine the awfulness she has had to endure because I have been so clueless. I will never forget the look in her eyes tonight when we were going through this, never. But she was so tough...as much as it hurt, she held very still while the doctor and nurses did what they needed to do. Not to put her in the same category of Joseph Smith, but I couldn't help but think that was a tiny tiny taste of what Lucy Mack went through when Joseph had his surgery at such a tender age.

Adrenaline usually carries me through things like this, but I had to sit down after it was over for a minute because I got dizzy, and I'm not like that! I was really glad Bryan was there. She ended up with 8 stitches, a 10 day supply of antibiotics, and a Hannah Montana binder for her baseball cards courtesy of her sweet Daddy.