the dew baby

He's rockin' the glue and steri-strips

So this afternoon, I was at an appointment that was to take no longer than 10 minutes. Just 10 stinkin' minutes of the whole entire day. During that 10 minutes, my phone started blowing up. When I was done, I looked at my phone and saw I missed a call from Evan's daycare, and from Dan. Ugh!

I listened to the voicemail, which was the daycare telling me that Evan took a spill on the cement and cut his eye and she thinks he might need medical attention. I called Dan who was already on his way there, so off I went to meet them there.

I got there only a minute after Dan -- Evan was acting fine but he had a nasty cut above his eye and his nose looked pretty banged up. We took him to urgent care, where they glued the cut on his eye and x-rayed his nose to be sure it wasn't broken (it's not).

Now.... I enjoy an impromptu afternoon off as much as the next person, but Evan really needs to understand that he does not need to do a face plant to make that happen.

He was miserable tonight at my mom's where I had a Thirty-One sale (getting rid of old Thirty-One stuff in exchange for money to spend in Florida next weekend!). Absolutely miserable. Whiny. Miserable. And I couldn't even be mad at him because I felt horrible for him -- I can't imagine he felt good. I hope he feels better tomorrow, poor kid.