Staples, but not the store

I swear we do other things than just go to the doctor/ER... but lately that seems to be the hot topic on the blog. We were, once again, in the ER on Sunday night. While putting away non-maternity clothes (time to admit they just don't fit) and getting out the cute summer maternity stuff my sister lent me, Patrick was playing on our bed and he fell off - right into the rocking chair! He got a big gash on the side of his head, which, once we cleaned it up a bit, was obviously in need of stitches. We didn't manage to clean up his shirt, though, you can see the blood on it in the photo. I didn't grab a photo before we left (though I certainly could have - Patrick was upset for about 2 minutes, then just wanted to talk about it. "Faw down mama-dada bed. Bomp head. Big bomp, sad face."), but here is the aftermath: two staples. Doesn't look like much at all once they close it up! I guess that's the point, though... He was super-brave during the whole thing, and very matter-of-fact about going to the doctor yet again (which is good, since it seems to be a fact of life these days). He'll be able to get them out later this week or weekend, but until then, he's our happy little Frankenstein :)