I will get photos up from my party soon. (no bull)

Last night as we were going through our nightly routine, I heard Addi holler from the kitchen, “Call the Police, Call the Police, Call the Police.” I went to check out the situation and Owa was mopping up blood from the floor with a roll of paper towels. At the triplet’s school they collect pop tops for the Ronald McDonald House, and Addi sliced up her thumb trying to get the top off of a cream of chicken soup can. I took her into urgent care and the doctor put 5 stitches in her little ol thumb. I have to change her bandage three times a day. I am terrible at stuff like this. I can hardly look at the wound without getting sick. I have a friend whose finger tip was sliced off in a sliding glass door when she was young. The funniest part of her recollecting the story is when she tells about her mom hollering to her siblings to find the finger. Thankfully they found the finger and the doctor stitched it back on. FIND THE FINGER kept going through my head as I drove Addi to urgent care. If anything really serious ever happens I hope I can step up to the challenge!
Waiting to see the doc
Wrapped up tightly in the papoose board (that’s a fancy word for straight jacket!) Pincky is under there with her. She requested that Clayton sing her “the bear song”. It was really cute. The nurse even joined in in on the echo part.
We did “grandkid” pics this summer for my mom. After 1/2 hour the subjects started melting down and the milkshake bribes stopped working. Thankfully, Courtney Jean Photography, worked her magic quickly! Nana has two more grandbabies on the way. Can’t wait to do this all again.