I have so much to tell you that I don't even know where to start. The other night you were excited to take a bath and you went running down the hallway. Daddy and I still are unsure of exactly what happened but we heard you fall and then scream wildly. I went around the corner and saw you laying on the ground covered in blood. It turns out you had somehow hit your head on the door and cut a huge gash into your head. Uncle Wade came right over to watch Kaylee and Connor and we took you to the emergency room. While we were getting you ready to go and waiting for Uncle Wade we had to stop Connor from freaking out because he was convinced with all the blood that was running into your eye initially that you had poked your eye out and were blind. He could hardly stand the though. Then we had to calm Kaylee down because she was livid that she was standing naked in the bathroom waiting for us to turn on the water and she was cold. It was a very interesting five minutes in the Allen household.
You were so brave at the hospital. Daddy was making us laugh so hard by being silly while we waited. However, whenever the doctor walked into the room your face went stone cold. You told us you were worried he was going to cut you open. We tried our hardest to explain that you already had a giant cut on your head and that he was going to fix it, but you thought for sure that meant he was going to cut open your head. Where you get these ideas I have no idea. You ended up with five staples in your head. You only screamed on the last one which I think may have been because the numbing cream didn't get that little area all the way. On the way home you told Daddy you were hungry so he swung through the Mcdonald's drive through and bought you chicken nuggets. Then Daddy took me home to relieve uncle Wade and you two went to Walmart to pick out breakfast for the morning and a toy for being so brave.
Daddy said you had a good time making a pick and you chose the coolest Superman lego set. Connor was incredibly jealous when he woke up and saw it, but after talking to him and showing him your staples he decided it wasn't that big of a deal.
You have to keep gauze over the staples because they aren't in very well, so you have a giant ace bandage wrapped around your head. You are incredibly concerned about any of your clothing touching the bandage. You are also always asking me if your bandage is coming off. Your head hurts pretty bad so you don't even want to lay it down on your pillow. That has made our nights pretty long lately because you aren't sleeping. The other night you only got three hours of sleep. Last night you didn't fall asleep until almost eleven, however you are still sleeping now at 8 am so I'm hoping that is a sign you feel better. We'll go get the staples out later this week, which I'm sure will freak you out pretty good, but we'll see.
You and Connor have been the best of friends lately. Like all friendships you two drive each other crazy at times. Connor tells you what to do a lot. He's very concerned about following the rules and so he'll tell you to pick up the library books or to put your shoes in the closet. The other day you just flipped out on him and yelled, "Connor treats me like a baby! I know what to do, STOP TELLING ME!" We had a long talk with Connor about how his constant reminders make you feel and it's gotten much better.
Your singing drives Connor insane. You like to sing the Spiderman song. Except you sing it wrong. You sing, "Spiderman, Spiderman, does whatever a spider do."
Connor yelled the other day, "It's whatever a spider CAN!"
Even though we tell you that we don't like it when you yell at each other and we coach you on how to handle situations with grace and patience I think it's absolutely hilarious when you have these freak out moments on each other. It makes me laugh at the things that you guys just "can't handle."
You went on a date with Grandma Karen and Papa Jerry last weekend. You had such a great time. They took you to the store to pick a toy, to the park to see the birds, and you got to go to the mall for My Fro Yo. Grandma Karen said towards the end of the date you were just sitting down to enjoy your frozen yogurt when you saw a Cat in the Hat mascot and completely wigged out! You were adamant that they take you home immediately. You have a very sincere fear of all mascots and unfortunately there have been a lot out and about lately! At the Trac
On your date with Grandma and Grandpa Allen you picked a toy(s). They're called Squinkies. They are the world's smallest rubber action figures. Seriously smaller than your thumb nail. You love them! You played with them and only them for three days straight. They're so small you would misplace one and beg me to find it. I finally made a rule that if I happened to see one of your superheros I would put them in a bin for you but that I wasn't going to go looking for them. Now it's almost a game for me. I find myself walking around the house, eyes peeled to the floor looking for a superhero. I have to admit, they are cute toys.
I love you buddy! So very much do I love you! I'm sorry you had to get staples in your head. Thanks for being such a sweetie pie through it all.
Love Mommy
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