Last Sunday as I was getting ready for church, I heard a bang followed by a scream and then little footsteps running up the stairs. I came out to discover Elijah with blood pouring down his face. It freaked me out. So I grabbed him and ran after Israel to find out what happened. Randal (who was still in bed) heard my frantic cries and jumped out of bed to see what was happening. So while I was getting the story from Israel (a paper weight that was being thrown around shanked Elijah), Randal went to work comforting Elijah. But as such is my life, Randal, having gotten up too fast and being confronted by that much blood, began to feel faint. Looking back on it now, it's actually quite funny. Picture if you will, me trying to clean up Elijah and comfort Israel (who is totally freaking out), while Randal is holding Elijah and saying, "You need to take him, you need to take him right now - I think I'm going to faint. Oh no, I'm going to faint!" Well, I got Elijah in time for Randal to sit down and put his head between his knees. And I tried really hard not to giggle at him. Don't think I'm terrible for laughing at the situation though, Elijah was completely calm by this point. Israel and Randal were my top concerns by then. Anyhow, I did take Elijah to the emergency room, where an embarrassingly good-looking (and young!) doctor stitched him up. Elijah did so well through it all he actually fell asleep after the first stitch. But, of course we completely missed church.
And no, nothing that I talked about in my last post has been resolved.