Our date with Zachary

The night was going just as planned. We had an uneventful departure and the boys were left to enjoy their Gigi and we were off to dinner and our hotel room. After a delicious meal, Sloan and I were soaking up the moment and enjoying our drinks. I just so happened to be leaning on my purse when I felt a vibration...my phone. I dug inside to pull it out and saw "Mom" on the caller ID. If you know my mom, you would know, without a shadow of a doubt, that she could handle anything that came her way; she would NOT call unless something was really wrong. As I reached the front door of the restaurant, I could finally hear my mom.

"Zachary needs stitches", was the first thing I heard on the other end of the line.

Apparently my Mexican Martini was doing it's job, because I didn't freak out at all! I did, however, rush back in to the restaurant, grab our bill and hand it and a credit card to the first server I saw. Within minutes we were out of there and on our way back to my mom's to get Zachary.

Zachary and Grant had been running and playing when they collided...not unusual by any means. Zachary just happened to be next to the corner of a baseboard where is precious little face landed.

Off to the emergency room we went.

Thankfully my car stays loaded with "junk" for the boys. We enjoyed the songs of our "dogeeeee" and read our book while the numbing gel took effect and we waited for the doctor. (That's not really blood running down his face, there is a clear film holding the gel, mixed with blood, in place.)

Eight stitches later, he has a scar to match his daddy. Did he really need another thing to make him look more like his dad?

Zachary was such a trooper! Of course he objected loudly to being strapped to the papoose board. But, he actually fell asleep after the first few stitches! This made Mommy feel much better.

After 2 hours in the emergency room, Zachary was back in Gigi's arms and we headed to our hotel room. I was NOT going to give up my opportunity to sleep in.