About 15 mintues before we were leaving for church on Sunday, Josh brings Ethan into the house crying with a bloody, bruised chin and scraped-up arm. He apparently (we didn't see it) fell off our rock wall while doing some lawn mowing in the front yard.

About 30 mintues after we got home from church, Emma brings Ethan up from the basement with blood oozing from the top of his head. He apparently (we didn't see it) fell and hit his head on the wall. (There are disks with a nail in the center holding the insulation to the wall - we're supposing that's what it was.) He luckily slept through the whole process of getting taken to the hospital and getting three staples in his head.About 60 mintues before bedtime, Ethan came in crying from outside holding his bum. He apparently (we didn't see it) slid off a rock and bruised and scratched his bum. (I'll spare you a picture.)
So that night, we put a stapled, bruised, bandaged, exhausted Ethan to bed. I think we better keep a closer eye on this kid.:)







