When it Rains it Pours

Well, I’m not sure who handled the shots better, Lucky, my mother, or me.  I’m thinking Braden may win that contest.  He was sleeping so peacefully, and then they had to go and stick needles in his thighs…three of them.  He let out blood curdling high pitched screams.  It was about that time that I started tearing up.  I’ve heard all of his cries, except pain.   That was a cry of pain.  It’s for his own good, but it didn’t make it much easier.  I’m more than happy that is over!   No more immunizations until October.

To make up for his ummm….terrible trauma, he simply had to have a bear from Wacky Bear.  (Think Build a Bear only a different chain.)  I’ll post pictures tomorrow of his new acquisition.

In other news, what’s that old saying?  Oh yeah, when it rains it pours.  Justin was in a motorcycle accident today.  He’s fine.  He was only going 15 miles per hour.  He was turning in a business’ parking lot and hit gravel.  The bike is fine.  It has a scratch or two and is now missing one mirror.  Not a big deal, and it’s pretty inexpensive and easy to fix.  I’m just thankful that Justin is ok.  He went to the doctor to get checked out, and they cleaned his road rash, medicated, and wrapped it up.

So, my two boys are both bandaged and not feeling too well.  Wish me luck surviving their debacles.  I think I’m about to have a very sleepless night.  Can y’all just remind me what my name is tomorrow?