Whackamole!

The big inside joke at our house is that with all the trials

that seem to come our way... we often feel like we are

living in a giant game of Whackamole.

Every time things settle down and we poke our heads above water:

Whack!

 Case in point:

we were having a lovely, lovely evening with some friends.

They had just left when Reese came running into the house

dripping (and I mean dripping) blood from her hand.

 While we waited for the doctors to fix her up--

the whole story came out.

She was "role playing" Snow White from the movie Mirror Mirror- you know the part

where the queen disguised as an old lady offers her a slice of an apple?

Reese was living that part and sliced the apple in her hand

with a pocket knife

and voila-- she sliced up her wrist pretty good.

 The E.R. doc ended up giving her staples- not stitches.

Thankfully, it looked far worse than it really was.

(Reese told us she thought she had cut through the "vines"

-not a typo- in her hand).

 The good news-- shortest E.R. trip ever.  I think about 2 hours.

And Reese has the softest, cuddliest teddy bear as a reminder

to be safe!

And get this, we came home to Greer and Holland having done the dishes,

cleaned up the blood, put Kean to bed and made a gift box and get well card

for the little patient!