the coffee table won

i was abruptly awoken this morning to the tune of c yelling for me to hurry up and come downstairs, echoed by rhys', "MAMAAAAA!!! WAKE UPPPP!!!" in a fog, i tumbled outta bed and stumbled to the kitchen, poured myself a cup of ambition, yawned and stretched and tried to come to life... oh wait, that's a dolly parton song...

anywho, i came stumbling downstairs, and was greeted by rhys and lyncoln playing. i figured that the two frequent fliers to the doctors were right here, so not too much could be wrong. maybe c wanted me to look at the contents of a diaper or a tissue or something of that nature. wrong-o. c emerged from the kitchen carrying a bloody quinnie. she had an ice pack held to her head, and, surprisingly quinn wasn't crying. she explained to me that quinn was standing near the coffee table and either fell or clonked down to pick up a car, and, became one with the edge of the coffee table. ouch.

after we cleaned up the blood, the gash didn't look too gash-like, but i told c that it would probably be best to have her checked out because it was so close to her eye. c bundled quinn up, and off they went. not too long passed before i received a text telling me that quinnie didn't need stitches, but probably glue.



it turns out that quinnie dumpty was definitely glued back together again... and all is well... until tomorrow when the girls have their ent appointment (fingers crossed for tubes- six ear infections for each girl, some double, in 2 months is just way too much).



and so the saga continues.