I know, you think my week is over, but after church on Sunday, I had to take Liam back to the ER to get his stitches out. He still remembered the place. He was screaming. I felt bad for the other mom on the other side of the curtain, whose son just cut his eye open and was waiting for stitches. She got to listen to mine scream while she waited. This time they made me hold Liam's body down while a nurse held his head, and the other nurse took the stitches out. Again my son screamed and yelled MAMA MAMA MAMA!!
The good thing about this week is my son said MAMA!! It wasn't DADA it was MAMA!! Let's not get a head of ourselves though. Every time we walk into the house, he would go looking for his DADA. On Saturday about 11:30 am (probably about the time Callan would get out of bed), Liam went looking for his Dada. He checked in his room, he looked in the bed, under the bed, in the dresser, and in both closets while he said Dada dada. Then he got really excited and checked the bathtub. He pulled open the curtains and yelled DADA !! But no luck, so he decided to take off his own clothes and take a bath by himself. He loves his DADA!!
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