Yesterday, I was telling someone how I want to get some kind of ticker or button for this blog. You know how warehouses will have a sign – “X number of days since our last accident!”, or I know our last base had one by the front gate – ” X days since the last DUI”. I was saying that I needed one that ticked off the number of days since our last trip to the ER.
Well, I honestly don’t know why I would joke about something like that. Seriously – it was like tempting fate. And fate? She’s a bitch.
3.5 hour later – Jonas is fine but has a fat lip, a date with the dentist first thing tomorrow, and nothing but soft foods ahead of him. I have a headache and a formal complaint to file (honestly – if you are “on call” you need to ANSWER YOUR FREAKING PHONE!)
Although – I did learn tonight that if you run into the ER holding a SCREECHING toddler who is bleeding profusely from the mouth, you get to walk right past all those suckers in the waiting room. Good to know.
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And now, on a lighter note, I bring you this week’s “When My Daddy Comes Home” pictures. (Did I ever announce here that Sunday is now the official day for these? Or did I just discuss that with Joe? Whatever – Sunday is the official day for these. And here they are… )
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When My Daddy Comes Home…
Love the face on Joe here. I thought for sure I had a picture of him in goggles somewhere, but after much searching I came up with nothing. Squinty eyes was the best I could do.
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When My Daddy Comes Home…
Ok, so they won’t *actually* be driving go-carts. They’ll be playing with Hot Wheels. But would that have made such a fun picture? No, I didn’t think so either.
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Tune in tomorrow for gruesome fat lip pictures and Jenn’s recipe for “I can’t eat solid food” smoothies!
(Three weeks till Joe gets home. Three weeks till Joe gets home. Three weeks till Joe gets home. Three weeks till Joe gets home. Three weeks till Joe gets home. Three weeks till Joe gets home. Three weeks till Joe gets home. Three weeks till….. )
Could have been worse…. He could have fallen in a dirty aquarium bathroom in downtown Naples and had to ride the train back home with a gazillion Italians shouting at you and trying to push you off the train to go to the Italian hospital….
Oh, trust me. I know. I actually stepped back from the bleeding child and thought “Ohh. This is going to be so much easier this time!” Gotta love living on base, 2 minutes away from the hospital!
Also – nice to have past experience behind you, so you know to INSIST the ER call the on call dentist. Jonas’s teeth actually got put back into their proper place, Violet’s is still pushed in. Friggin ER doctors.
awww…poor Jonas
(and poor you!)
The fastest service I ever got at urgent care was when I caught my hand in a commercial paper cutter. That was comic gold! I wish I could have gotten pics of the people there when I walked in with my wrapped, bloody hand and said what happened. ROLF…the looks were priceless.
>>>ugh<<< I downloaded the paint.net thing – all i want to do is cut out someones head! I can’t figure it out. Could you direct me to an area where I can learn how to do it – but at a pre-school level?
Chris
wah! poor guy : ( and poor you. When it rains…SMOOCH!!
oh dude, thats not right. Sorry.
I LOVE the pics that you’ve been posting, really, they are super cool!
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Poor Jonas. And super poor you! 
ER visits are hard enough as it is–I can’t imagine doing it in a foreign country. Jeez.
Poor guy
It’s a good thing his mom knows what to do. And I have to agree….love the pics! Only 3 weeks hon…you can totally do it :smooch:
Awww…poor Jonas! The good news is that you had hindsight to direct you this time. I’m glad he’s okay and so glad that you insisted on the dentist being called. Smooches to all of you!