Lukey (An accident waiting to happen)

And the accident happened.

6:50 p.m. Luke is twirling around and smacks his head on the computer desk.

No Urgent Cares are open Sunday night at 6:50 p.m. We finally resigned ourselves to the emergency room. Three hours later we were glued together and on our way. Thanks to some animal crackers, several stickers and a coloring book from the nurses we made it through without a meltdown from the toddler.

He did object to the actually gluing part. On the way home he kept saying, in his sad two-year-old voice, "They attacking me, mommy." That is when he wasn't saying," It's my coloring book. No touching."

Reilly held down the fort and called Grandmas and Grandpas to give them a status update on the injured.

This is the morning after the accident. (Don't be too alarmed, Most of that mess is smoothie.)