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September 25, 2007
12 stairs + 5 hours + 3 stiches = TOUGH GUS.
Sunday night, 6 pm.
John, Eli and I are upstairs. Gus is on his way up from the basement. We hear two thuds, then a scream. We run to the stairs to see Gus at the bottom, bleeding from his head. John gets to him and immediately said, "Stitches, let's go." We are out of the house in under 60 seconds. All four of us.
Gus was really drowsy at first, which worried us, but after five hours of waiting, he was finally seen and suffered bravely through novacaine injections and sutures. His goal all along was to get a bag of M&Ms, which he promptly broke into at 11:00 pm. About five M&Ms in, I mentioned he could fall asleep and he was out.
It wasn't until the next day that I found out (through a verbal and almost physical re-enactment of the scene by Gus) that he was literally at the second to last stair at the top when he decided to jump up to the top. It didn't work. He fell down the whole set. I am more freaked out now about it all then I was at the time because now I realize how bad it could have been. So thankful.
Posted by janna at September 25, 2007 10:24 PM
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Boys . . . you've got to love 'em! I hope Gus is recovering well and enjoyed his M&M's. Talk to you soon.
Posted by: Missy at September 26, 2007 03:00 PM
EEEEGad! Huge owie! Gus, you are SOOOO brave! I don't think a pack of M&M's would have been enough for me, Buddy. You are way tougher than Alex and Kersten would have been. I am so proud of you. Careful on those stairs, remember, my stairs got me into trouble last Christmas too. Bad Stairs! :(
Posted by: Aunt Deb at October 1, 2007 10:25 AM