But let’s start with the G part. Randy was in Bangkok (yes…again) for training. We were in the home stretch, last day of his week away. He was heading to the airport to fly home in just a couple hours. After a whole week, we could make it one more day right? What could possible go wrong…
That morning we had some blueberries that I had gotten from the market. Blueberries (and all berries) are pretty rare in the Philippines but sometimes a local Sunday morning market has them available, so we decided to do something special with them and make blueberry muffins.
But first we had to roar like a tiger, our new favorite activity.
Then it was down to business.
Adam pointed out all the muffins and earmarked one for Aunt Das, one for Uncle Nooj, one for Ama Lertch, one for Ama Yuyu and one for Roman and one for Isla. It was the cutest thing ever.
These look like they would have turned out super yummy….but our day unfortunately took another turn and they were left in the (turned off and hot) oven to dry out.
We were playing in Malcolm’s room and the boys chased each other out of the room to Adam’s room. I went over and asked them to come back to Malcolm’s room where I could watch them (oh the irony). Adam came right back in and Malcolm followed but hung out by the door….we all know where this is going… Adam ran over and quickly slammed the door in Malcolm’s face. This is the first time he’s ever slammed a door and of course of all the times he chooses to start slamming doors its the time that poor little Malcolm’s pinkie was in the door.
Adam didn’t mean to hurt Malcolm of course and thankfully he’s fine but it was a bit of a scary day, there was some blood (hello PG-13 rating) and I am going to spare you all pictures of his finger because it was NOT pretty. The top of his little pinky was taken clean off.
We went to the ER (more like I tore out of the house barely stopping to turn off the oven and put pants on Adam) but thankfully the doctor told us his finger wasn’t as bad as I thought at first. He didn’t need stitches and he was such a trooper. Full disclosure, it was the very tip of his pinky that was taken off and it would have been hard to sew anyway. His right pinky will be just a teeny tiny bit shorter than the left BUT we are so grateful it wasn’t worse. The doctor was comfortable letting it just heal with a band aid.
Malcolm didn’t even cry that much and he fell asleep on me shortly after we got to the hospital. He really was so good about it. Even when I’ve changed his band aid over the past two weeks he’s hardy cried. It makes me a little nervous it’s a sign he’ll want to play football or lacrosse and not care when he gets hurt, while his poor mom is shaking on the sidelines. Malcolm, tennis and golf are both great sports you know!
Adam was upset but thankfully he didn’t feel too guilty about it. When Randy got home (remember he was in Bangkok for all this….thankfully Maria, our nanny, was with us so I wasn’t alone) that night we talked about what had happened and when Randy asked Adam if he thought Malcolm was going to be ok he answered “I don’t think so”. Randy asked him why and he answered “Because he has a band-aid”. We explained that he had a band-aid to make his finger better and he would soon be all better.
Even with a booboo this little guy didn’t let it stop him from smiling. We just had our second checkup on Monday and his finger is already almost healed! Some action band aid pics for you all.
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