So yesterday, Ryley comes in the screaming his head off. Of course Tiegann and I jump up to see what the problem is and there's Rye standing in the hall holding his mouth as blood gushes out all over the floor. I quickly assessed the situation as Tiegann runs outside to see what happened, Rye was to incoherent to get a straight answer. Turns out one of the kids in the neighborhood hit him across the face with a patio leg. We were at the hospital for two hours....this is the outcome. He received 7 butterfly stiches, a wack of glue and a bandaid on top of it all to keep him from touching it. The doctor said it was a good thing for the advance in medicine re; stiches. Had there been no such thing as glue or butterfly, he would have had seven regular ones....OUCH!