Our Christmas break was ca-rrrazy. It usually is. We hop, skip, and jump all over Texas to try and make as many family/friends gatherings as we possibly can.
On Saturday, we had the girls wine party. Sunday we had my dad's Christmas dinner and presents. Monday and Tuesday were spent getting ready for my own little party. Wednesday was Christmas with my mom, then a family/friends dinner and party at our house. Thursday we headed down to San Antonio. Thursday night was a little celebration for my cousin's birthday. Friday (Christmas Eve) we spent the day with my grandma and mom's side of the family. Friday night we had my aunt's annual party at her house in Boerne. Saturday morning we rushed back to DFW to attend Ryan's family Christmas party. Sunday morning we headed to North Richland Hills for breakfast with most of the Matthews' family. Then Sunday afternoon was spent trying to find an emergency clinic that was not a hospital.
We had a little ordeal Saturday night after we got home. Christian grabbed a hold of Ryan's little Winchester knife and cut the holy moly out of his thumb. There was blood EVERYWHERE. I ran him to the bathroom to save the carpet and rinsed it off to see the damage. It looked pretty deep. Ryan and I discussed who our game plan (I.E. who was going to make a trip to the hospital at 9:30 on Christmas day). As soon as he heard "hospital" he freaked out. He has had staples in his scalp before and had a very bad experience with that. I ended up just wrapping it with gauze, medical tape, and a cute animal bandaid - just to make it friendly. On Sunday, we tried to get up to Care Now or something akin. Nothing at all was open. We sealed it up with butterfly bandages and another covering of gauze. We had the doctor look at it on Monday. He said what we were doing was fine, so no need for stitches. Awesome.
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