A Bit of a Boo-Boo

Any paper items we have that need to be disposed of, we burn....including boxes. The children love to raid the pile of *items-to-burn* and use scissors, yarn, tape and markers to make things for themselves....helmets, swords, shields etc. This afternoon, Xavier was doing just that. During his bit of crafting, somehow his scissors met up with his eye.

After calling the eye doctor (who, thankfully could get us right in), we found that he scratched his cornea. After putting drops in his eyes, the eye doctor made him this patch (we went to see Chris and my parents at my dad's garage afterwards and my mom drew the picture on it!). He has to wear it all tonight and tomorrow until we go in to the eye doctor's office again to check it. It *should* (thankfully) heal completely!

I tell him he's my little pirate for a day! ;) He's a bit embarrassed that he cut his own eye with scissors...but I told him accidents happen. This helps all of my children to understand why I tell them to *be careful* whenever they are using scissors or knives.

He is now resting comfortably in a chair in the living room...watching a movie (Heidi) with his brother and sister...

When I was young, one of my nicknames (before it became *cool*) was Boo-Boo...given by my aunt...I believe because I was a surprise pregnancy for my parents and then decided to enter the world 2 weeks later than expected! ;) I am thinking this nickname just may need to pass on to my eldest son...! I am grateful to God that X's injury is not more serious than it could have been. His vision is off a smidge...but like I said earlier, it should heal just fine. He has a bit of pain...but thankfully, not too bad. The eye doctor was surprised that X wasn't crying out in pain while at the dr's office!
All praise be to God...Almighty Healer, Comforter, & Protector! 


Under His wings I am safely abiding,
Tho the night deepens and tempests are wild;
Still I can trust Him-- I know He will keep me,
He has redeemed me and I am His child.

Under His wings, what a refuge in sorrow!
How the heart yearningly turns to His rest!
Often when earth has no balm for my healing,
There I find comfort and there I am blest.

Under His wings, O what precious enjoyment!
There will I hide till life's trials are o'er;
Sheltered, protected, no evil can harm me,
Resting in Jesus I'm safe evermore.

Under His wings, under His wings,
Who from His love can sever?
Under His wings, my soul shall abide,
Safely abide forever.
   —William O. Cushing


Please, keep my niece in your prayers as well....you can read why HERE.
Thank you!
Warm wishes for your weekend ahead!

Grace unto you, and peace, be multiplied,
Katy