This morning, Bud gets his stitches removed. It's time. He's become increasingly agitated when people ask about his bandage and is even having nightmares about getting hurt (either the specific incident or just in general). I'm hoping today puts a lot of that behind us. Though, the kiddos have started to play "getting stitches," which is a good sign--they played "getting a staple in your head" for weeks. But then, I think that upset him less because he couldn't see it, even if it upset and worried me more.
Then, after lunch at the restaurant of his choosing (looks like it's going to be the "chip" restaurant) and a little rest time, we'll head to get their H1N1 flu vaccination. I hope it's not too late: swine flu has entered our playgroup, with two of our friends and their mom very sick with it. We haven't seen them in awhile but knowing it's so close only solidifies our decision (though, oddly, hearing that the Obama girls got their vaccinations was very reassuring).
Whew. That's our day. I'll tell you about it after . . . .
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