Donkers #3

Wyatt had his first trip to the emergency room the week before last. Building forts in between the coffee table and couch maybe wasn't such a good idea, especially when Wyatt decided to jump on the rook (aka blanket) and couldn't see the coffee table entering his forehead. He made it to two and half, not so bad. I think Emerson was about the same age on her first visit. Five stitches to his forehead initiated him into the big boy club. Big sister was so endearing and sweet. She was front and center hanging out with him in the hospital bed while we waited to get his stitches.