So much for quiet

I've been on a cleaning kick because for the most part it destresses me, my house is at it's finest in January. That being said, Justin and I were upstairs shampooing some of the couch cushions in the tub when we hear a scream, the thud of hurried fottsteps up the stairs, we see a frightened Gunnar, hear Brenna screaming, Odin going oh no...

We go downstairs as fast as we can.

I spring into action as I assess the situation, Jaxom is going down because Brenna's nose is bleeding at a pace to rival Niagra Falls, blood is bubbling out and running out and over her cupped hands...I decide to grab her first.

I pull her into the bathroom and reach for whatever I can to put on her nose, there is no TP of course so baby wipes had to do, I ask Gunnar to grab a couple of wash cloth, he brings the filthiest that he can find so I send him for more.

Curiosity killed the cat as Jaxom made his nosy way over, mistake, down he goes pale as a ghost.

I get Brenna under control, Justin is taking over now...so I am going to try to figure out how to pick my son up off the ground as he is almost as big as I am. I was still debating my approach when he came to. I parked him at the dining room table with some cider.

I grab another washcloth now to clean up the trail of blood that Brenna sprayed on her way to the bathroom.

I check in on Justin and Brenna, he is assessing to figure out if it's broken. Doesn't feel that way so the flashlight goes up the nose to make sure everything inside is ok, which nothing looks out of place and she is breathing through it again already.

I ask Jaxom if he is ok, then I turn to Gunnar and ask what happened. All I can understand is that she hit it on the bottom of the couch.

This one shall remain a mystery.