More Eli!

Last Thursday we dropped Abby off at gymnastics then decided to stop at Menards to play on the playground they have set up there and I needed to look at some gardening things. We were getting ready to leave, Reagan had slowed down to look at something so I stopped to wait for him while Eli walked about 15 feet ahead of me. Eli then stopped to look at the water fountains there, not a big deal. Then he thought that he would touch one of the big carved decorative rocks, you know the ones that weigh a ton and have really sharp edges, and somehow he knocked it over onto his finger, crushing it and splitting it open. There was tons of blood and I could tell his finger was already starting to bruise. So the customer service lady called a manager to come with a first aid kit, then she offered us a papertowel to catch all the blood that was dripping on the floor. Once I got the blood flow slowed down and ice on it I could tell that it was going to be a trip to after hours at the drs office. He was still crying, which is always an indication that it is bad, he has a really high pain thresh-hold and can pull himself together if it is not to bad of an injury.

So I dropped Reagan off with Chris to finish off the day at daddy's work and took Eli to the dr. Once she got it cleaned up, she didn't think it would need stitches, but they still had to numb it because a bunch of fatty tissue had oozed out and they needed to clip it off before they could put the butterfly bandages on. So he ended up with 5 butterfly's and a bid bandaid on it. They said that we could take the bandaid off the next day and the butterflys would work themselves off in 5-7 days. Knowing how rough Eli is on everything we opted to keep bandaids on until Tuesday. With an hour of taking off the bandaid the butterflys were gone, and he wasn't picking at them.

His finger looks pretty good. He still has a pencil erasure size blood blister on the tip of his finger and two more at the edges of the cut, but new skin is growing in and it looks like he will just have a small scar.


Last night Chris and I were laying in bed talking when Chris heard someone in the hall. He went out to find Eli asleep, with his pants down peeing on the laundry! Chris kept telling him to stop but since he was alseep he didn't respond so he finally had to grab a towel and move him to the toilet, where he finished

Oh Eli, my Eli, you are one wild and crazy child!!!