
Our Thanksgiving began peacefully with dinner at my mom's with her side of the family but ended with us taking Tanner to the ER. The boys were really wound up by the time we got home so we let them out in the backyard to play a little. Next thing we knew, Tanner was running toward us with blood dripping off his hand and yelling, "the measure! the measure!" He was playing with Brad's tape measure and somehow sliced his hand open between two of his fingers. We rushed him to the emergency room and luckily he didn't need any stitches. He had cut the webbing between his fingers so they just buddy taped his fingers together until it heals. The most amazing part of it all was that he never cried. This is a kid who cries if you look at him wrong. We are so proud of how brave he was and we are also surprised he was the first one to go to the hospital. We've always thought for sure it would be Ty. Needless to say, tape measures are now off limits to the kids.







