This happened before Christmas (December 13 to be exact) but in the excitement of new toys and a new school semester, I forgot to post it in the right order. Poor little Jake took us on our first trip to the emergency room. The boys were getting ready for bed and in my room brushing their teeth. I was in the kitchen doing who knows what. Josh came running in and told me that Jake was bleeding. Since he said it in that special voice used only when things are bad, I went running. Apparently he had jumped off a stool and landed on the edge of the bathtub (which isn't rounded--sharp 90 degree angles around here). It wasn't big but it looked deeper than other wounds we've had so we grabbed shoes and drove to the hospital. Josh held a washcloth on Jake's face during the drive and Jake just laid there quietly. Kind of freaked me out to have him NOT scream so I kept asking him to talk to me. He was fine in the ER and as you can see from the pictures they had a good time playing on the doctor's chair. I thought he would need stitches but the doctor actually just super-glued his face. Both boys thought that was HILARIOUS. Jake's biggest concern of the night was the poster of smiley faces that depicted different levels of pain. He was very proud of himself that he was at a zero--happiest face on the page. What a trooper!
