The Kitchen Family

OUCH!

 It was all my fault.

I was bringing the groceries in like I do every week...

I bring the boys in, get them situated in front of entertainment then rush out in the garage and bring in the food. Well, this time was different. I brought Brendon in while Cohen was still working on unbuckling his bottom buckle of his car seat, and I always have at least 10 seconds before Brendon is to the door and attempting to climb down the cement ledge into the garage. Again, this time was different. He ran to the door so fast and didn't even hesitate jumping off the ledge, that by the time I walked around the car with my arms full of bags he was in the garage and had pulled my bike on top of him. I dropped the food and rushed over thinking he had to have been extremely hurt and praying the bike didn't hit his head. There HAD to have been ANGELS holding the bike up a little because with Brendon sitting on the ground the bike was only pushing his back down a little {I have no clue how it missed his head! Doesn't make sense other than ANGELS} and he wasn't even crying really. Just scared and whining a little. I moved the bike and he got right up and went on his way. It wasn't until we were back inside that I saw a track of blood that was gushing out of his poor little foot.

 The chunk from his foot has healed very well. He was good to keep medicine and band-aids on it for the most part. And he was a trooper every time the sore got wet in the tub, but he was not happy. OUCH!

The magic of modern medicine and a snuggle from Bear.