What An Exhausted Month!!!

Poor Emma! This month is bad for us. Emma fell and hit on a pantry's door's hinge while she was helping her daddy to make ramen for lunch, somehow Wyatt pushed a chair where Emma was standing and she fell. We went to InstaCare. She was very calm. But Wyatt is goofy around the room.

 Wyatt loved to play with a wheel chair. He won't to be still and quiet, oh well.

 During her staples in the back of her head. She cried. I couldn't hold her, it's so painful for me. I am glad that Derek came along with us.

 She has 3 staples. It's look like a "V" wound.

Again... Poor Emma!!

 She fell off from a tub's curb. She was just slipped when she tried to get out of the bathtub. It's huge cut.

 So we took her to the ER because InstaCare was closed at 8 PM. Again, she was calm too.

 Again, Wyatt still being a goofy boy. He looks like a duck. Ha ha. Good memory of Wyatt's goofy.

She had to wore the blue thing to hold her. She had 4 stitches. Wyatt and I went out of the room into the hall while the doctor did do thingy to her with her daddy. She was also cried that made Wyatt cried so I took him out and walk around in the ER. 

She had been in ER in less one week. She fell and hit on hinge then about 4 days later, she fell onto a tub's curb. Oh boy. Now so far, she is fine. She hasn't fell anything just yet. What a bad luck week! 

PS, poor me,

Because I have been thinking for 2 months about an adopted dog. We adopted a shih tzu dog, she was VERY NOT HAPPY to be with us. So I took her back to the shelter. Whew. She bit Derek. I have been looking for a dog breed: Yorkie. We almost buy the cat but I think twice so I decided not to. Because I realized that we will have to buy cat food AND litter. Dog is little easy because just to buy a dog food. I smelled litter in the shelter, Whew, stink!

I have been anxiety attack, depress attack, and worry attack. We want to buy dog's thing first then we will look it again. We do want a specific dog is Yorkie. We could have a Yorkie mix also. 

Last night, I saw Skeeter (my parents' Yorkie dog) was sleeping on a couch with a pillow to help him with his arthritis leg. I texted to my mom to warned her that DON'T to put him into sleep without my goodbye to him! He is 10 years old now. 

I told ya that this is EXHAUSTED month! I can't wait for March to come.

PPS, I am still knitting and crocheting.