Trauma, Drama, and an Angel

Yesterday, after the choir's Christmas cantata, we headed off for our large, extended family's Christmas luncheon. It is usually great fun. Since my granddad Pop C is one of 13 children, many of whom had large families themselves, we are absolutely covered up with cousins of various ages when we all get together like this, and the girls love it!

It was right after lunch that our little mishap occurred. Ella and cousin Cayden were chasing Kate when Ella fell face first into the corner of a square, metal, flower pot.... though Sarah still declares it was a "fower potty" that Ella fell into. Her chin got all gashed up, and we had to make a quick trip through the fast track of the emergency room courtesy of cousin Nick.

Ella was pretty upset about the prospects of having anyone even look at her face. I was wearing my fuzziest black sweater, and when the 100's of well meaning members of our family inquired about her before we left, she buried her face into my chest. I'm sure everyone thought I was just worried about my sweater, but I really hated to see all that black fuzz accumulating in her wound! It was pretty gross.

On the way to the hospital Ella insisted on placing her obligatory "I'm pitiful" call to her aunt Kari who is Ella's go to person when she is feeling especially downtrodden for some reason. They had a nice chat while Nick drove.

Once there, the part that actually took the longest was getting it cleaned up. Remember the previously mentioned black fuzzy sweater? Then a few steri strips, some glue, and a plain band aid later, and she was good to go.

Ella was relatively quiet on the way home. I assumed it was because she was tired from all the crying she had done earlier. Once we reached Donna's house to get the girls, she was covering her chin and hysterical saying she was not getting out of the car. Here's the funny part: she wasn't upset because she was hurting or anything. It was pure vanity! We finally figured out she was just mortified because the band aid that they gave her in the er was an ugly, plain, brown one! She refused to be seen by anyone while she had it on. However, as soon as we got her a pink Hello Kitty band aid she was miraculously all better.

And then she went on to perform beautifully (and by that I mean stand quietly with her 2 cohorts at the back of the choir loft and sing in the chorus at the very end... just as they were supposed to) in the children's Christmas pageant at church. Once I okay it with the other parents I may add a couple more cute pictures from last night, but in the mean time don't her little eyes look puffy and isn't that band aid adorable?!?