Last night was Daniel’s sixth time in the ER (not fifth as I had stated earlier). I had forgotten one incident. Let’s see how good my memory is here:

Visit one: Only a few months old. Rapid heart beat and bad cold. Turned out to be bronchiolitus.

Visit two: Bad flu or something equally dreadful. Don’t know what it was, but he wouldn’t hold anything down.

Visit three: Fell into the corner of a wall. Stitches on the forehead.

Visit four: One day, Daniel decided he couldn’t stand on one foot anymore. Biggest mystery of all. After a very long day and evening at the ER, the doctors couldn’t come up with an answer. The next day, however, he put on a pair of my high heels, began walking, and was cured!

Visit five: Ran into the side of a door. Staples in the head.

Visit six: Last night - jumped off the stairs and broke two bones in his foot.

Here’s my little Daniel (and Lizzie) on his first full day with crutches.