We love baseball. Yesterday, Brandon and tossing the ball back and forth, getting A warmed up for his game. Throwing the ball high into the air, A was ready to catch a pop fly. The ball came down, bounced off A's mit, and nailed A in the lip. Blood everywhere.
I came home from K's soccer game to find Brandon's truck in the garage. I asked him where A was and he said, 'You didn't get my message?' He then tells me to take a look at A and see if he needs stitches. 'Stitches!' I think. I go look at my son layed out on my couch, watching Indiana Jones, with a pack of ice on his lip. It was definitely split and, yes, needed stitches. So Brandon took him to the ER and A came back with 2 stitches. Way to hang in there, A!