Quick! Call Nanny!

Last night while getting laundry from the baby's room I heard a loud KWAM! from the bathroom. I ran to see what happened but before I made it, I heard Abigail scream. Someone had left the light on and she had been playing in there. I picked her up quickly and held her to me. Then the blood began to flow. I called Cheyenne out of her room to get a wet rag, all the while blood was pouring out of her lip. The more she cried, the more the cut opened up and bled. I knew if I got her calmed down, it would not bleed as much. To put the rag on her lip made her mad but I needed it to stop bleeding. I didn't know if she would need stitches or not, so I told Cheyenne to call Nanny. Ken was at school an hour away, with his phone off, so he would be no help. Mom came right over to help me. When I finally got Abigail's lip to stop bleeding enough, I had Cheyenne get some crushed ice. Abigail's favorite! She shut right up and started chewing ice. I think the ice helped with the swelling too.

Abigail chewing ice after she fell.

Before Mom got here I had already determined that no stitches were necessary, but Mom was almost here. She agreed that no stitches were needed and could not even get Abigail to come to her. She wanted to play. Naomi was all upset that Abigail wouldn't heal without stitches. The conversation was a little like this: "But she won't get better without stitches!" she said. "She is going to be ok, Naomi. See, she's down playing."

"No, she not going to get better! She needs stitches!"

"She will be alright, I promise!"

"No, she won't."

This went on for several minutes and I thought it was so funny that I snapped a picture while she was thinking and returning to argue with me. I just didn't want Abigail to have a huge scar because I didn't get her stitches, if she needed them.

You can see where she cut her lip. Poor Baby!

Sunday afternoon naptime is a MUST for Daddy! Naomi thought he needed her boy babydoll and her elephant to sleep with. Daddy eventually kicked her off the couch because she was waving her baby blacket in his face and waking him up.Naomi was singing to me Friday night while I was getting ready to go to Walmart. I hope you enjoy it. It was so funny. Oh! the part about "My head, my butt, my head, my butt... are something a ball says from a commercial. She said she needed to sing her songs to me before they got out of her head. :)