Curious Tate Goes to the ER

If you know anything about Tate (or his dad), you would know that Tate really resembles this silly monkey. He has to be involved in everything, often gets into some trouble - physical or otherwise, and his cute face usually saves him.
Not one hour after we arrived at the Outer Banks at 8pm, we gave Tate a bath. He fell on the side of the bath tub and banged his little chin and opened up a pretty deep gash. I was very tired and I totally freaked out -- thank heavens for Matt and my mom who have a much more level head than I do.

We took him to the ER , about 45 minutes away, because all of the Urgent Cares were closed. He was very, very sad while they held him down and he got stitched up, but afterwards he was back to his curious self. Here he is climbing underneath the hospital bed and thinking he was very smart.
He started getting annoyed with waiting around 11pm, so one of the nurses brought him some juice -- his first try ever! That was a big hit.
Look at his sweet hospital band! Aww! Dear Tate, no more ER, okay? That freaked your mama out.

PS. His chin did not stop him from all sorts of fun at the beach. His stitches started to itch him, I think, and he could often be seen pulling at the threads like an old man stroking his whiskers. :)