Geaux Tigers!

LSU has won it all for the second time since I've known Jason.


I put the boys in their purple gear today and tried to take festive pictures but my camera has been misbehaving a bit lately. I take, like, 100 pictures and get, maybe 5 so so ones.


Okay, so that one is just downright BAD.







We even ate dinner in front of the game tonight.




But I didn't get to watch much.

I had to take Eastie to Urgent Care instead...

He was running around with a blanket over his head (we have since instituted a new house rule of NOT doing such things, not that we were fans before...). Anyway, he was being foolish with the blanket on his head, tripped on a pillow and slammed his mouth into the coffee table.

He was bleeding quite a lot...mixed with the spit it probably made it look worse. I finally got him calmed down enough to take a look and discovered that he had completely torn his frenulum in addition to a cut above one of his teeth.

Ugh.

I'm not an overreactor. We've never taken either kid to the E.R. Yet. I don't just jump to take them to the doctor anytime they're sick. I don't call the doctor for every little thing. But because his frenulum was friggin' torn I did put in a call to our on-call doctor. Just to see. He wasn't really bleeding anymore but if it's not something that could heal on it's own...well...I suppose it should get fixed, right?

The doctor called back and kept stressing to me, "Well, since I can't see it I can't say for sure..." blah blah blah. She gave me the option to go or not go to the E.R. Uh thanks. Then said, "But, if it doesn't heal properly and it leaves excess tissue then it could cause issues with his permanent teeth later or speech or..."

Jason and I talked it over, we have good insurance. Great insurance, really. The neighborhood branch of Children's Hosptial Urgent Care was open till midnight, so I nursed D and handed him to J to put to bed then Easton and I took off for Urgent Care.

First I had to put him in new jammies, the other ones had blood on them. And these ones could almost pass for clothes. Plus they're warmer and snow is on the way...


We got there to a completely empty waiting room. We walked up and Easton quickly began to win over every single staff member starting with telling the receptionist that we needed to have a doctor check his lip because he bonked it on the coffee table.

Then he invited the nurse to his Chuck E. Cheese party.

The resident we saw and her attending physician were also wowed by my little charmer. He was a total prince. The bravest kid you ever saw. Never once acted even a tiny bit timid or afraid. Even with 3 different people listening to his parts and peeling back his injured lip. He was awesome and so talkative and they (mostly) understood him. I was so proud. So proud.

Waiting for the doctor...




The doctors both concluded that his frenulum didn't need stitching but the attending physician noticed he had chipped his tooth. So, she did say we needed to go see a dentist about that. As it was hard enough of a "bonk" to chip the tooth she says we want to make sure no damage was done to the adult tooth waiting on top of it. And the nerve...or root...or something.

Dang it.

We walked out with a syringe to irrigate the wounds to make sure no food bits get stuck in there. Eew. And also instructions to dab it with hydrogen peroxide.

Easton totally conked out on the way home.

He was even snoring on my shoulder as I carried him up. Didn't even flinch till I went to put a diaper on him (over his underwear!). He asked to see J and then went to sleep.

I got home in time to watch LSU clench the national championships and now I'm writing this to you. But it's my bedtime...

Night!