Last night as Kaitlyn and I were coming in from outside Kaitlyn got her finger caught in the door hinge. After we searched the house for her comfort items: Nukie and Blankie, we called Daddy. He was still on his way home, so he said to go to the doctor. I wasn't ready to make that decision especially since I am not good at judging when to head to the doctor. Anyway, Nate called me back and said that one of the EMT fire fighters was going to stop by and have a look. (It sure is a nice benefit to know people in the medical field.) By this time Kaitlyn did not want anyone to look at her finger. After a little convincing she let him look at it. We decided to keep an eye on it, since it was starting to take the shape of a finger again.
When daddy got home we all cuddled in the living room where we at a "picnic" in the living room for dinner. By this time Kaitlyn was starting to move her hand and finger, but still favored her other hand. She convinced daddy to feed her peaches, watch Dora and Diego, and have cookies for dessert.
This morning on our way to daycare... Kaitlyn holds out her fingers and says: "Fix It Mommy!" I told her I couldn't because I was driving and it would have to heal, but if she kissed her finger it would be better. So she did! Than I had to kiss her finger when we got to daycare and so did Cindy our daycare provider. I wonder how long she take advantage of her injury.
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