ER or Not ER?

We started our weekend by trying to get family pictures done. The last formal ones we had done were when Cambell was 4. It was about time. It did not go well. The first group of pictures she showed us, we did not find one pose worth purchasing. Sure there were some cute pictures, but there was a flaw with each of them. I am cheap and if I'm going to pay for pictures, they better be good. I don't want to see any glare on the glasses. I don't want one kid looking like he trying his best to get up and run around like a crazy man (gee I wonder who that was). And I know it's difficult, but I would like for all four of us to at least look like we wanted to be there and were a happy family. She took a few more poses and we finally got two that we could choose. Aaron and Campbell ended up taking off their glasses so that we didn't have to contend with glare.

It was 7:00 by the time we finished taking and ordering our pictures. I still had to pay but didn't figure that would take too long. We hadn't had dinner yet and we were all starving. The plan was to head over to the Vietnamese restaurant right after we left the photo place. After 30 minutes of the lady messing up the orders, I sent Aaron and the kids to pick up dinner and told them I would meet them at home. Finally she got it all together and the order went through. Now let's just hope that she actually ordered the correct pictures.

Aaron and the kids brought the dinner home. We can at least say that we tried the Pho Noodles. We will never get them again, but we at least tried them. None of us really cared for the food. Aaron and I ate it just because we paid for it and we didn't want to cook. Campbell had a peanut butter sandwhich. Little "I don't like peanut butter, ew" Caleb ate some raviolis.

The rest of the weekend went rather smoothly. Aaron worked on a wood working project. The kids and I cleaned and ran some errunds. Sunday at around noon is when all that changed. Aaron came in from the garage holding his hand up. That's when I saw the blood. See, if I cut myself we're in pretty good shape. When Aaron cuts himself we're screwed. I can handle my own blood but someone else's blood makes me squeemish. Aaron can handle other people's blodd but not his own. Upon seeing his finger I immediately felt a little sick. I could tell that he also felt very sick and knew it when he yelled for a stool. I collected myself and gathered the necessary equipment. He didn't want to have to go to the ER. I got tweezers, scissors, gauze and tape. We boiled some water for the tweezers and scissors.

He had sanded a good portion of his finger. Once we got it washed and I pulled some of the debris out, we could see that it was too deep. He needed to see a doctor. We wrapped his finger and sent him to the Urgent Care down the street. They cleaned it up and wrapped it properly. He cut it all the way to muscle but not the bone.

While he was at the doctor Caleb slept and Campbell and I made cranberries and cheese spread for Thursdays dinner. The rest of the afternoon went well. I was able to go to the store by myself and later in the evening Aaron took Campbell ice skating. We are now prepared for our holiday week.

WARNING: Ugly sanded finger picture below.