So after a lovely dinner with the family do you know what my favorite thing to do is?
You can definitly bet it IS NOT a trip to the ER.
Of course no one told Marty that.
Our little trooper wound up with 6 stitches to hold him together. Other than the initial tears when face met floor he was super calm and pretty much hung out even while being stitched or sewed (as he called it).
In the end he got a Popsicle, which he shared. Thank goodness Grandma Stella was here of most of these pictures would be of us chasing Michaela.