Today, as Joe and I were going about our morning, cooking breakfast, checking emails-don't pretend you don't know he was checking his march madness brackets. Anyway, Ethan started screaming, which is not a surprise since he and Noah were in a tug of war over a toy. We just assumed that Ethan was throwing a fit and didn't pay much attention. It wasn't until a couple of minutes later that we realized that Ethan was still crying, which was out of the ordinary. Low and behold, Ethan has a big cut at the tip of his finger! Poor boy was crying out in pain and Joe and I didn't realize it. We took some pictures of our sad boy.
Joe is doing his best to apply pressure to the cut while Ethan struggles to get free.
After we got the cut all bandaged. Here is the towel we used to soak up all the blood. SO SAD!
Noah is trying to look into the camera so his head is in this shot.
Ethan shortly after pulled the bandage off and we had to do it all over again. More blood, more tears. We had to tape the band aid onto his finger, and then tape his two fingers together to get it to stay. Later this evening we had our family pictures taken by a friend in our ward (thanks Jessica!) so his fingers are all taped up for our pictures. Oh well, life with babies.
Could this be any more Ethan?
This is from poster on campus to learn pottery from this creepy creepy man.
Noah at the dental picnic last summer.