UGHHH!!

On Saturday Blake and Camden were playing soccer in our living/dining room. Camden slid into the piano and he sliced his toe on one of the pedals. Blake hollered for me and when I came down and saw it, it looked like his toe was literally hanging off. Luckily my in-laws were here for the weekend and they pretty much took over. They decided that they didn't think that a Dr. would be able to sew it up because of it being on the inside of his toe. We didn't really have to worry about a scar - who cares if you have a scar on your toe? Plus we knew the whole hospital/stitches route would be very traumatic. They got the bleeding to stop, taped it shut and then taped his toe to his big toe to protect it. He cried and screamed alot - probably more from how it looked than how it felt. My father-in-law said that while he was working on it that he saw the bone. Camden has a soccer game this Saturday and we are trying to keep him calm so that it will heal by then. This picture was taken yesterday - 48 hours after it happened.





Most of the day I could tell that Hope was pretty shook up by the whole thing, but we were so wrapped up with Camden that neither of us really took the time to talk to her about it. So when I put her to bed I laid down with her and she immediately started tearing up and talking about Camden's toe. We talked about for about 5 minutes her asking questions about whether his toe was broken, whether he was hurting, if he would ever be able to walk again. I patiently answered all her questions but after awhile I started getting the feeling she was milking this so that I would stay. She was still sniffing and her lip was still quivering but I told her it was time to go to sleep now. She started crying a little harder and said, "But, But, But.....I really don't want Obama to win."