Whiskers

I was going to break my posting "fast" with a delicious feast of pictures from a weekend spent at a cabin the Uintahs;

but instead, 

I'm going to give you this little morsel:

Hazel's first "whiskers" (stitches).

I'm going to have to preface this story by saying that Hazel is probably the least coordinated kid I know, double that with the fact that she's also one of the most fearless kids ever and you've got a recipe for disaster.

However, because she is constantly falling, tripping, bonking, scraping, cutting, bruising, it rarely phases her anymore.  In fact, I know when something REALLY hurts because that is the only time she ever cries. 

So last night, before bed, Hazel was cleaning up her toys.  

She bent down to get something off the ground and smacked her eye right on the corner of her toy organizer,

and she started crying.

I ran over to examine her and immediately saw blood spewing from a giant gash right below her eyebrow.  

Since we could see down to the "meat" we knew it needed stitches.

One visit to the Instacare, 

3 stitches, 

one near fainting incident (I'm not saying who), 

one popsicle,  

and an hour and half later, 

we were done. 

The doctor told Hazel that she was getting kitty whiskers put on her face,

she loves them.

So much so, that we had to call both grandmas this morning and tell them all about them.