Boy Needs Emergency Room of His Own

Okay, King Meemer now 9, has had ANOTHER trip to the ER.  This time not for a fall down the stairs (broken arm) (he was in foster care prior to him being adopted by us), not from a gash in the forehead (when he ran into a wall at church), not from his leg being jammed into his new two wheeler, but this time for a nice gash in his leg due to a playtime accident at his Aunt and Uncle Z's house.  

This picture isn't from today, but it could be, my boy is a tough guy.  No tears, brave, brave, brave!  I didn't think he needed stitches, but Papa took him because he disagreed.  Turns out that I am no doctor, and though there was little blood, because of the location it required 5 stitches.

The worst part is no swimming or baths for 2 whole weeks.  No soccer games that are played nearly constantly with his siblings or anyone he can convince to play a game. 

This Mama feels bad. 

My boy loves to swim at the club pool and at the lake.  Did I mention that it is summer here...like just a few days in to it.  sigh.  Looks like a spray bottle and a chair with toes dipped into the water is in order.  

Did I mention that I never took any kids the the ER

before my son came 5 years ago. 

Times they sure do change things...and so do boys!

And I have been told the nurse at the ER said,

'Take it slow and easy for 2 weeks...'

I am wondering if she said it 

with a good laugh added in for measure.