We went to the doctor and finally got the stitches out. I'm so thankful that our little one is so tough. The doctor was even impressed with how well she handled the removal. The only problem we had was that she kept wanting to see what the doc was up to.
A poke at the head and she'd turn to look up and see what the doc was doing. That was the worst of it. Have you ever had a moment like this or are we just really blessed with how well this one behaves and are in a world of hurt with the next one?
