Apparently you can hurt steel

So, Christmas morning Connor had a fever. The next morning we went straight to the pediatricians as soon as they opened. We got right in as usual. Amazing what a really nice yearly Christmas gift for the office staff will do to your wait time at the Dr.'s office. I got both boys checked out. Connor had bronchitis with the beginning signs of pneumonia. Hudson was just starting a double ear infection. GREAT!!! We got started right away on some antibiotics & nebulizer treatments. It really sucked since the weather here was beautiful all weekend and Brandon had Saturday off. But you all know Brandon can not sit in the house for more than an hour. So, we packed the boys with some of their new toys and went to do our Christmas returns. They stayed in the car and dropped me off at each store and drove around the parking lot while I did the return. Everyone else must have gone on Friday. The stores were empty. We did take them into the mall but we made them stay in a stroller. Connor looks too big for the stroller, but I didn't think we needed to infect the whole mall. Just the toy store. KB Toys was having a going out of business sale so we let them use some of their Christmas money there. Here is what they bought:

Light sabers, army men, binoculars, compasses & guns. Lots of GUNS. They all make noise too. We have been having all out war here for days now.

So, on Monday I had the boys at Costco with me. I was on my way to pick up some lunch when Freddy called to say we had someone who wanted to see the house. Of course we did. I had 2 sick kids for 4 days, SURE the house was ready to show...NOT! I drove as fast as I could, picked up lunch and dropped off some tools at the shop for Brandon. I didn't see him there so I called him to tell him where I left his stuff. He answered the phone and sounded weird. I asked him where he was and he said urgent care but he couldn't really get out any other words. Of course my first thought is he is having a heart attack and why the hell didn't some one call me and why is he answering his phone? I just kept saying "are you OK?". Finally he handed the phone to a nurse who informed me that he sliced open his hand. I asked is he was OK, if he was going to lose and fingers and if Pops was there. She said he was OK, he was not going to lose any fingers and yes, Pops was there. She said Brandon was in too much pain to talk. So I called Pops right away and made sure they didn't need me to go down there. After all I didn't think the boys needed to see their Dad in that condition. He ended up with 17 stitches on his right hand. Don't worry, I didn't take any pictures! He is in pain, but doing well. He is not really able to work and I know that is very frustrating for him. He can't get his hand wet so showering is a chore. But it really could have been so much worse.