Trip to the ER

With 5 boys, it's surprising we don't make more trips to the ER. Last night was Cade's first time.

Since Becky had cancelled the trip to Houston, she asked if the family they were going to visit wanted to come up here. So, the K's packed up and drove up here. When you have 5 kids, you really don't think about have 5 more in the house visiting.

After they left on Sunday afternoon (and Tucker and Cade had absolutely no nap), we went back to church for the Children of the World concert. I was sitting in the back with Titus. Titus has been doing much better the last few days, but he really needed to poo. And of course, as soon as the concert starts, he starts grunting. After a few minutes, I realize that he's done and I better take care of it so it doesn't leak out.

As I am in the bathroom cleaning up the green 'modeling-clay' poo that is EVERYWHERE (and it did leak out on my shirt and his clothes), in walk Aidan with Tucker and Cade. And I'm not really sure what happened next, but from what I was told, Tucker pushed Cade and Cade fell and hit the urinal. I look up and there is blood flowing from his chin and the banshee cry of death coming out of his mouth.

Cade was incosolable. And after Becky looked at, we decide a trip to the ER is probably the best thing.

Becky took him and did not have to wait long. Cade was a trooper. Along with the busted chin, he chipped two teeth, and bit his lip/tongue. They used super-glue to put the chin back together, and a milk-shake from McDonalds took care of the rest. When he got home last night, he was all smiles and showed me his chin proudly.

And for the rest of Cade's life, he can now show off his tiny scar on his chin and tell about the time his brother pushed him into the urinal. Yep - that's a story that will probably stay around for awhile.