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What a week


I don't want to trivialize all the fun things we did this past week, but it ended with the biggest event.  So here are a few highlights. 
We went to the Dinosaur Park with some good friends.  D thought it was cool, but he didn't want to stand too close to the skeletons.  Sharp claws.  K HATED the dinosaurs.  She hid her head and tried to ignore it all.  


K did find something she did like.  She is a girl after her mom's heart, she LOVED the SPARKLING JEWLES.  

We went to the annual county fair.  It is little and fun, just the right size for kids.  We saw the animals, had some fresh doughnuts, and rode a few rides.  




So if you are squeamish, now is a good time to STOP READING.  Our biggest event happened a few days ago at Grandma's house.  D and K were playing with a hula hoop, and D pulled it a little to hard.  K hit the floor and spit her little chin open.  We rushed to the pediatric clinic, (they stayed open just for us) and got her stitched up.    





So you might be wondering why her eyes look so funny.  Well, Lizzy thought it would be funny to put lots of bright makeup on K.  We didn't have time to clean her up, so she looked like a "lady of the night" at the doctor's office.  

Here is K with the numbing stuff on her chin.  She was so good and patient.  She just snuggled and read books while we waited.  

K was such an angel.  She sat so quietly and let the doctor do his job.  She whimpered a little, but she didn't even cry.  
When it was all over, K got 6 stitches in her little chin.  She is okay though, and she loves the princess Band-Aids.  I survived my first stitches trauma with K. 

Comments

Seleta said…
you are one strong mama! You had to stay calm and collected too! That is amazing! What a brave little girl you have!
Cassie and Mark said…
How sad! It's hard to see little ones (especially your own child) get hurt. I hope she recovers quickly. I do love the makeup!

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