Good Times with The Gray's

The trip was NOT for this mama to be, but rather for the daddy to be. Tuesday night about 9:30 I was changing clothes in our room when I hear all kinds of curse words coming from Josh's mouth in the living room. Those of you who know Josh know that curse words coming from his mouth is not an unusual thing, however there was some terror in all his shouting. I raced half dressed into the living room to find a trail of blood leading into the kitchen. There Josh was draped over the sink...he had cut his hand with his very large pocket knife... and he was bleeding like a stuck pig. He doesn't like to say what he was doing because he says it was a sissy accident...but he was putting together Cooper's high chair and cut himself while trying to cut off the zip ties. The cut was at the base of his thumb and it was deep, so we decided to go to the hospital to get him stitched up. We joked on the way to the hospital that there is never a dull moment and boy is that true. We were in and out in less than 2 hours and his wound is healing nicely! Hopefully the next time we race to the hospital we will come home with a precious baby boy!