It Happened SO Fast!!

Alright. I admit that there are times during the day that I do not have the boys in my sight. They are usually in their rooms playing while I cook dinner or put away laundry. Well, Friday afternoon while I was straightening up the living room before our dinner guests arrived, I had an ear on the kids while they were playing in our bedroom. Literally as I started walking towards our room to take a shower, I heard a loud CRASH! They both started crying immediately and I just had that feelin that it was bad. I ran in to check on them and found them in our bathroom. The vanity stool was on the floor and so were the boys. I picked up Sam first to comfort him, only before I realized that he was fine but Andrew's cry seemed more painful. I set Sam down the same time I glanced at Andrew and saw blood! And a lot of it!!! He was hysterical and frankly I was getting there too as I tried to locate the source of the blood. What I found on his right foot is still engrained in my memory. He had a gash on the top of his foot from his little toe about 3 inches long almost reaching his ankle. It was bad. I knew right away this was emergency room material. I quickly ran to get a towel and swooped him up trying to hold the skin together under the towel. I grabbed the phone and called my mom, who had the day off, and basically told her she needed to drop everything and get over here. Did I mention that it was really bad, yet? Anyway, I knew my wonderful neighbors were home so I rushed out the front door carring a forty pound 4-year-old in my arms and asked God to protect Sam as I left the door open with Sam in the house. I ran next door, rang the doorbell with my shoulder, and as soon as Marie opened the door, I excitedly explained that I needed to take Andrew to the hospital and asked if she could watch Sam till grandma got there. She followed me over to my driveway just as Sam was stepping out the front door. She grabbed him and went to get her hubby (who was in the middle of mowing the lawn) so that he could drive Andrew and I to the hospital. I slipped on some shoes and hopped in the backseat of Mark's car. It took moments to get to the hospital and once there were seen very quickly. Turns out, his laceration went through the fatty layer and needed 3 internal stitches before 15 external!!! He put up quite a fight while the stitches went in, and the male nurse that assisted Demel and I in holding Andrew down commented that he doesn't usually break a sweat restraining a patient until they see the drunks in the middle of the night. Well, it's three days later and if Andrew wasn't wearing a bandage on his foot, you would never know anything was wrong with him as he runs around like normal. Stitches come out Friday in Cedarburg, WI. Then he'll be cleared for swimming and baths. (No, he's not stinky- showers are okay for now.)

We, the jury...

can't seem to be able to come to a unanimous decision. After debating our viewpoints on a battery case for about 2 1/2 hours, we informed the judge of the situation and he had to rule the case to be a mistrial. This was the first jury I had ever sat on, but the third time I had ever been summoned for duty. I was excused from federal court duty when my grandma was failing and in the hospital shortly before I was married and again excused when I was pregnant with Andrew. I actually could have been excused for being a full time mom with a child under the age of 6, but for some reason, I think they might stop calling me if I just go do it. And maybe now I'll be blacklisted for being on a case that was mistried. I really did find the whole process very interesting, but feel a sense of failure that the six of us on the jury couldn't render a verdict, therefore pretty much wasting a lot of time and money! If any good came of it, I would have to say that it reaffirmed that I'm still an intelligent person as I thouroughly enjoyed arguing my points to my fellow jurors in hopes of swaying them. In fact, one of my fellow jurors commented that a sheriff that had mistook me for being a public defender earlier that morning was pretty accurate as he said I was very persuasive. I guess my mom and husband could affirm that too. Ah, so back to persuading two toddlers to be nice to one another, so they don't end up in court one day for resorting to physical force when they get upset at someone. I guess this mommy job is more encompassing than it may appear!