My super duper birthday/mother's day weekend extravaganza started off with a bang (dinner out, iPhone!, vomiting up the dinner out), and ended with one to Drew's head.
While I was out getting medicine for what I think is the flu (ah the achy legs, vomiting, and diarrhea), Drew pushed himself backwards in his booster seat and hit his head.
Four head staples, two donuts, and the shortest ever trip to the ER (literally 30 minutes tops), we're back and on the mend. I'm popping tylenol, he's popping Baby Motrin, and we're all thankful that we're alive and together today.
And down one really crappy kitchen table and chairs set.
Hope your Mother's Day was decidedly less eventful, at least when it comes to bodily injuries.