oops...

cut my finger using my new mandoline today... turns out i wasn't using it correctly.

after spending the day at the hospital to get it cleaned up and bandaged only (we brought the tip that i sliced off - thank god it was on the thin slice setting - but they said it was too small to put back on), i'm glad we spent yesterday doing this...

after cutting my finger and spending the first 5-10-15 i don't know how many minutes in shock, ezra said, "i'm sorry you hurt your finger," to which michael told him, "oh, it's not your fault ezra," who then said, "it's all your fault mama." when i got hold of alexi to come over and watch ezra while we went to the doctor, i asked if he wanted alexi to come to his house or if he wanted to go to alexi's house. he said he wanted to go to the doctor's house. finally, when we picked him up from alexi's house four hours later and praised him on being such a big boy and michael asked him how old he was, he said, "i'm 3 daddy. and mama's 4, and you're 5!" ezra is always the highlight of my day.