Two weeks ago, on Sunday morning, we were on our way across the church parking lot when my toddler tripped over his own two feet.  He fell so fast, he didn't have time to even stick his arms out and face planted onto the concrete.  To my horror, the screams of agony were accompanied by a whole lot of blood.  Summoning my Mommy super powers I simultaneously leaned him forward, unzipped his diaper bag to grab a (target brand) diaper, and told our oldest to run and get help (our church has a security team at each door and the door for Kid City was only a few hundred feet away).  I guess a few of our wonderful church family heard me tell T to go get help and came to see what was going on.  After all, it's not every Sunday that a kid is screaming bloody murder in the parking lot.  As one lady helped me get J laid back and apply pressure to his lip, other friends came and called 911 and my husband (who was home sleeping off a long shift at work).  The amount of blood was alarming and we knew he needed to get checked out by people with more than just a first aid card.  I was thankful for everyone that came to our aid, whether they brought wet paper towels, loaned us clothing for J, or just stood by to block the sun off of us.  Thankfully, the fire station is ACROSS THE STREET so paramedics arrived shortly after and assessed J's injury.  He was stable and the bleeding slowed significantly so they allowed us to waive the ambulance ride.  Long story short - he got two stitches to close the gash in his lip and a CT scan to confirm he didn't break any of the bones in his face (which he didn't).

Of course, we had stripped the bloody shoes/clothing off and left them in the car.  By the time we left the hospital and got home, they had spent several hours baking in the car from Texas heat.  The fun part is getting the blood out, right?  I have had to get blood out of the strangest of things (including concrete).  I have a tried and true method that works every single time on nearly everything.  This is how I get the blood out:

My oldest has Cub Scout day camp this week.  Thankfully, the Boy Scouts of America embraces families/siblings and almost always has a program for the little kids, called MeToo's.  Each MeToo also gets a camp shirt to wear just like their older siblings get.  The only problem is that my youngest is in a 2T, maybe 3T, t-shirt. The smallest shirt size they had was a Youth Small.  That's a HUGE difference in sizes so I knew I had to try something (anything) because my poor little was swimming in his shirt!

100% cotton, youth small t-shirt

J modeling his tent, ahem, shirt.
(The only way he'd hold still was to play with my tiny egg pan)