Attack of the Killer Christmas Stockings and their evil leader, Death Shelf

Well, just when I thought Friday would be a relaxing day... I picked up the girls from school and we came home and had a snack. About 4pm, I started fixing dinner and heard THE LOUDEST crash come from the living room. Beck started screaming and Zoe said very calmly, "Uh, Mom, I think Beck's hurt..."

I'm too tired to give you a well-written play-by-play today. My dumb IC is acting up really bad and I'm just worn out. But here's my Facebook entries for Friday:

"Beck had to get stitches today: He's okay now, He somehow pulled down our shelf over the fireplace and everything on it and it landed on his head and cut him just above his eye... pretty bad (about 1 1/2 inches long), lots of blood, it was way scary, BIG! But I have awesome children. Gabe cooked dinner and Zoe made the beds while we were gone.

Kaia tried to gather up all the pieces of my nativity sets and stuff (she wasn't supposed to but it was sweet). She had them laying in piles on the table when I got home. Zeke met me at the Specialty Hospital and gave Beck a blessing. Beck was so brave. He also got 8 suckers from the nurse! While they were stitching him up, he said, "Mommy, say "It's okay baby!" so cute :) Thanks to the staff at CVSH you guys are so wonderful :) We are so blessed, it could have been so much worse.

The funny part was Zeke got there before me and he was just walking around in the parking lot. Well, I guess about 30 minutes earlier, some guy called the Specialty Hospital and was really angry with them and yelling at them. Some of the nurses were worried that Zeke was THAT guy and he'd come to cause trouble... they were really glad to find out he was just a concerned dad waiting for his son to arrive :) ha ha ha"

Yeah, it was a crazy night... but as soon as we got home from the ER, Beck was bouncing around back to his old self. It broke my heart to see him get stitches and to look at me and say "Mommy, say "It's okay baby".

But it is okay. It could have been SO bad. I honestly don't know how he pulled that shelf down, but needless to say, I took all the stockings down just in case. I'm feeling like a rotten Mom and wondering why I didn't think about him doing that.

I decided not to put up a picture of him at the ER, it's pretty gruesome. His cut was almost 2 inches long and open enough that I could have put two of my fingers in it! More blood than I ever want to see coming out of my child. Ever.

But here he is after the stitches were done: "Duh dodders fizz it, Mom!"
(The doctors fix it, Mom!)

He is so brave. Really.
He was really excited to get some "Lightning McQueen" stickers too.