Dramatic Thanksgiving

Well Thanksgiving was weird this year.

We were on our way to our Friends the Conners, home and we got lost. Crazy. They are our best Friends how did we get lost? Well we did, and we were running late, so Joe got stressed and started driving really fast. I kept telling him to slow down, as it was a huge down pour, he didn't, and it was scaring me to death.

So then I started thinking and talking to Joe about what I was thinking.

I told him that maybe we were going to get into an accident. I explained that we had all our Christmas shopping done, maybe we had been prompted to do that because we would be in an accident where one or both of us would be hurt so badly that we would be out of commission, or in commas until Christmas.

Then I reminded Joe that we had wrapped all the presents the night before. That was even more evidence that we may well have been prompted to get all Christmas preparations done as we might be in a terrible accident and would not have time or energy to do it later. Perhaps I, or the kids or even Joe would be too injured.

We are definitely not people who are completely ready for Christmas by Thanksgiving. We normally haven't even a purchased even one gift by this time of year. We are week before Christmas type of shoppers. Once again, more evidence that we are acting strangely and it will probably lead to a devastating rollover that could very well happen today if Joe did not slow down.

Well at about this point in the conversation, Joe is bugged and still stressed so he decides to Jerk the steering wheel quickly and veer the car off the freeway going like 80 miles an hour and scare me to death. It was so terrifying, it felt like we could have flipped over at any second.

I of course screamed then I started crying.

Well, not even 1 min later as I am silently sobbing a car veers into our lane, I really let out a scream then. Luckily due to our previous conversation Joe was on high alert and was keyed up to do some defensive driving, he veered out of our lane onto the edge of the freeway. We could have easily crashed and flipped and certainly been in a terrible accident.

But thank goodness accident averted.

Instead of slowing down in the storm, he sped up to about 90 and passed the car that had almost hit us. I of course cried the whole way to the Conners house. (I know a bit dramatic but that is me.)

We got there, told them our scary story, got hugs, Joe apologized for being insensitive and all was well.

Dinner was yummy, we played Wii, and card games, but my two youngest had turned into Wild Kids.


Jennedy and Trenton were working on destroying things. Jennedy Shredded the case of the video rented from block buster. Trenton pulled of the letters on the wall in Coles room, ground play dough into the floor, found the pens and colored all over his face, and arms. You can see a bit of it that we could not get off in the pictures below.

Trenton found Cole's soccer trophy, ripped out the ball and proceeded to gnaw pieces of it off. This made Cole very upset of course because he had earned that trophy and Trenton decided to eat it and spit it out on the floor.

Jennedy found Coles Nintendo DS and chewed on the Mario cartridge so that it no longer works.

Trenton then went into grandmas room, and took out pictures which he then relocated to different places in the home. Then he got into the Conners grandmothers meds and ate two of them, we had to call poison control. He took a water pill and a cholesterol pill, so they said they were not a big deal since he only ate one of each and spit most out. We found a pile of spit out Turkey mixed with pink pills. He was fine. We also were unable to find the pill box he got the pills out of.

Then Trenton and Jennedy decided to wrestle on the couch and did a hug fall into the side table and Trenton split his head open, right between his eyes.

I heard him screaming and ran to from the kitchen to the living room. I saw a huge amount of blood as Joe picked him up then I ran back to the kitchen saying "blood" to those in the kitchen who handed me a towel. I then went and grabbed him and put the towel on his head. I applied pressure until the bleeding started to subside.

I had snapped into crisis mode, which I am really my very best at. I started giving orders to those around me, who responded with speed.

"Joe get the blood wiped up from all over his body. Mike, get some childrens Ibuprofen. Dawn, get my kids shoes on we need to take him to the ER. Joe, I'll set up Trenton holding the towel and you give him the medicine. Trenton, drink the medicine. Mike, do you have butterfly band aids or sterile strips."

He did and I taped Trenton's little wound together. He looked perfect, he was happy and smiling. It looked so good we thought about not going to the ER but I know Trenton and there is no way he will leave a band aid on his body for any period of time.

So he needed to go to the hospital. He looked perfect, he was happy and smiling and we were able to process for a moment and decided that Joe and I would go to the ER and the kids would watch movies at the house until we picked them up later. I wish I got a picture of my doctoring skills. I should have said "dawn, take a picture" during my crisis mode.
Here is the injury just after the doctor pulled off the strips, the bleeding that started was crazy bad, right after this picture was taken. Blood pulled in both of his eyes and ran down to his ears. The doctor could not keep up with the blood. Joe had to stop looking as he was getting really queasy.

Here he is with some lidocane taped to him to stop the pain when he got the shots. It worked some but you could tell he was hurting during the shots, he did not cry but was clenching his little fists. He did scream during the bleeding and sewing.

Here he is today with his 3 little stitches in. He has such a pretty face he needed a scar to make him tough huh.

3 stitches.

We got to the ER at 9:00 and left at midnight. Picked our other kids up and were home by 1 am.
Well crazy Thanksgiving don't you think.