Saturday night we had a date night. If you count mattress shopping and going to JoAnn Fabrics a date night. Which I do. :) (We did go to 5 Guy's Burgers and Fries for the first time. SO good!)
Anyway, got back to my mom and dad's to pick up the kids and Bridget was chasing Uncle Luke around the living room. He ran around the corner of the couch, Bridget on his heels. She tripped over his feet, and fell.
Right into the corner of the piano bench.
Oh the blood. It was everywhere.
So about 10:30 at night we headed to the ER for some stitches. 50 minutes, 6 stitches, and 1 very tired (and maybe slightly traumatized) child later, we headed home.
She's doing great with them. Doesn't act like they bother her at all, and she doesn't mess with them either (huge praise). She pretty much just points to her forehead and says "bandaid!"
Yesterday morning after I finished re-dressing it she wanted to see it in the mirror. She took one look at herself and said "so pretty!" :) Glad she thinks so!