It was inevitable....

Last night Anistyn and Stockton were "building airplanes" with balsa wood and glue. Stockton was using an exacto knife to cut the wood, but definitely not using proper techniques in order to avoid injury. He sliced his thumb wide open-- fatty tissue hanging out for all to see-- and we were headed to urgent care. For as hard as this kid plays and as many falls and hard hits to the head he's taken, it's a miracle that this was his first trip to urgent care. After all, even his older sister has had 4 visits for stitches (all before age 4). But through the entire process, he didn't shed a tear. He was so brave and friendly to the medical staff. And the best part about the whole experience? His sister hasn't left his side (except to sleep) for the last 15 hours. She has helped him do everything and even made him the sweetest "get well" card. She has been incredibly sweet to him and they are having a great argue-free day together. She has incredible protective instincts for her younger brother and it's heart-warming to watch. I'm going to milk the harmony in our home today for all it's worth!