What did you do last weekend?

This is what we did. . .

We made our inaugural visit to the emergency room on Saturday. After a difficult morning in which Esther had already fallen once and bruised her bottom, she raced across the living room, tripped on a stool, and dove head first into the tile in front of our fireplace. Even before we saw the blood, we knew it was bad. Then we saw the blood coming through Esther's fingers--head wounds bleed ALOT!

We packed Emma off to a neighbor's and headed to Piedmont Hospital--which I highly recommend for your average, non-life-threatening emergencies--for 3 hours of waiting, stitching, and signing of papers. Oh, and screaming. Already in a scary place, Esther had to be immobilized in a papoose-like contraption and her head stitched when it was not quite numb enough. But she was very brave and, by the time we got home, was fine and chasing the dog as usual. We even went to a kid's birthday party that evening.

And if you had any doubt that bad things happen in threes, on the way home from the party, we got rear ended. The car is fine but Shaun and I decided that we just needed to get home, put the kids to bed and proceed to drinking heavily.