Adventurous Sacrament Meeting

Zabien can get a little crazy at church. He loves to sing the songs. He opens up the hymn book and sings at the top of his lungs. However he also likes to climb over the benches, crawl under the benches, and run down the aisle. It doesn't help that dad sits on the stand because Zaby always wants to join him up there. In fact, one time before sacrament meeting started, I told Zabien that if he was naughty, he had to sit by the bishop. Before even sitting in our row and before dad took his seat on the stand, he went right up and sat by the bishop. Apparently he was planning on being naughty that day. When it comes to the sacrament, he refuses to take the bread. He spends the whole time telling the boys to bring him the water.  It's not terrible behavior, but enough that he does not stop talking during church.  Needless the say, sacrament meeting is an adventure every Sunday.   Nursery is his favorite part about church. He talks about going to nursery all week long. After nursery he shows everyone in the whole ward the pictures he colors at nursery. 

2 weeks ago, sacrament meeting was even more adventurous than normal. I was playing postlude on the organ, and like normal Zabien came up to play with me. As I was closing the organ, he was so excited to go to nursery that he decided to jump off the last step of the stand. Upon landing, he tripped and tumbled into the front pew. I didn't realize how hard he hit hit until Bruce picked him up off the ground. Then we saw the blood running down his face. He cried for a little bit but had stopped before we made it to the bathroom. When he saw his reflection in the mirror, and saw all the blood running down his face, it was then that he started crying. Bruce cleaned him up the best he could, and another sister in the ward went outside to get a snowball to put on his eye to stop the swelling. We told him that he couldn't go to nursery and this made him the most upset. The weather was particularly bad this day and they ended up canceling the second and third hours of church anyway. This turned out to be a good thing; considering all the trauma.  Eliza wouldn't have given her talk in primary, and I wouldn't have ever made it to teach my youth Sunday School class.  I took him back into the chapel to ask a nurse in our ward what she thought I should do about his eye. She wasn't sure if it needed stitching or not - it was hard to tell since it was still bleeding a bit. While I was talking to her, Brother Frandsen, a wound care doctor in our ward, asked me what I was going to do about it. I told him I didn't know and asked what he thought I should do.  He responded that it needed to be glued shut.  He told me that if I stopped by his house, he would do it at home.  That settled it - when we got in the van, we headed right over to his house.  

Before the "procedure"

When we got to his house, Brother Frandsen put his blue gloves on. Zaby immediately said, "no doctors no doctors." I held him down, Sister Frandsen held the wound shut, and Brother Frandsen glued it.  The whole ordeal wasn't too traumatizing considering how Zabien got cookies when it was all said and done.  Then Brother Frandsen let him play with his Nerf guns. By that time, it was hard to get him to leave. We still had to brave the icy roads home.  The boy wouldn't even let me give him any Tylenol.  His eye hasn't bothered him since because surprisingly he hasn't been picking at it.  People have asked him what happened to his eye, and he responds this way: "I hurt at church, no snow ball on, no nursery, no doctors, all better." We took this picture of him about an hour later. It doesn't seem to be bothering him now.