Jan 2: Poor little Boden, he was playing with Elizatbeth in the basement and tripped and split his head on the pole. Tim called me on my first day of work at the new job and I met him at the ER around 2pm. He required 3 stitches because it was a deep wound. We had to wrap him in a sheet and hold him down (which Tim did). It was so traumatic for the little bugger. When the doctor was flushing out the wound with water, he kept saying “home” and “all done,” “no more water” and please. It broke our hearts. And when they had to give him the shots, he was so upset. When they started stitching, Boden was exhausted and Tim asked him to close his eyes, which he did. When we got home, he just went on his merrily way. Didn’t show any signs of agitation. Just played, bothered Hutson, took a bath and ate really well and fell asleep immediately. Our poor little boy. Breaks my hear.