Tonight was our first night bringing one of the boys to emergency. Guess which one? Of course, it was Logan -- good guess! Carter and Logan were spinning and twirling in the living room, one hit the wall, one hit the coffee table. I'm sure you can imagine the rest.
And the short of it: Logan was far too upset and squirmy for the doctor (one whom I do not hold a whole lot of confidence in -- the benefits of small towns!) to figure attempting a stitch in Logan's lip was a good idea. "Plenty of ice", the doctor said. "Plenty of freezies", we heard.
Good bye Emergency -- until we meet again!