It was bound to happen.
We knew sooner or later Rick would have to stitch up one of our kids. And naturally Matthew was the first. He slid into the corner of the wall and split open his ear.
I felt so lucky to have Rick home that evening. Rick was able to stitch Matthew up right then and there in our kitchen, while I held him in my lap. I anticipated having to use some muscle power to keep him still. He screamed every time Rick poked. But to my surprise, he didn't. move. an. inch. He was sweating from the whole ordeal. Brave little boy-I just passed out when Rick stitched up my finger.
Matthew was so proud of himself that he wanted to skype "Gwampa" and show him his stitches. Unfortunately, the said Grandpa, did not have his computer so Matthew just talked to him about it.

I think Chrissie had a harder time than Matthew.
Besides running outside, frantically closing all the windows to quiet Matthew's screams, she simply couldn't stomach her dinner with him sitting across from her. She kept begging him to turn his ear away. After he kept unintentionally showing her the stitched ear, she gave up and covered her eyes while she ate.












