He was so happy even looking like this
This is a bad picture of the actual gash
As I drove to the pediatrician this afternoon I had a flashback to my childhood; I was about 6 and Chelley was around 4 (I think) and I hit her over the head with a plastic Clydesdale. This of course caused her to bleed non-stop from her head. When my mom discovered Chelley was bleeding from the head she grabbed a paper towel and went running up the street to the ER (we lived on the same street as the ER). My most vivid memory of this whole incident was that my mom did not tear off the paper towel so the whole roll was trailing her up the street to the ER. So, as I calmly drove Zak to the pediatrician I was noticing how differently my mom and I reacted to a somewhat similar incident. Of course, if Zak had been gushing blood and not just covered in it and dripping then I may have reacted differently.
After dinner tonight I put the boys in the bathtub so I could clean off the remaining dried blood on Zak. I also used the bath as a way to stall bedtime since the boys were exhausted from no nap, but I didn't want them to go to bed at 6:30pm. By about 7:15pm they were both in bed and half asleep. The last I heard from Ben he should be home around 9pm so he won't get to see Zak's wound until tomorrow after work.
I am definitely living by my new motto...Tomorrow is a blank slate, lets hope for a better day!