Massive Headwound Hank or Sunday Bloody Sunday

Sunday Hank had a baaad day. He and Lindy were playing in Lindy's room and then came upstairs bloody and bawling. They were playing on the bed, that much we know. After that the story gets a little fuzzy. It's difficult to nail down because the only eye witness, Lindy, seems to be covering for something. According to her they were laying in her bed looking at books, like angels, and Hank fell asleep and rolled over off the bed, and cracked his head on the way down. Hank says Lindy pushed him off of the bed. Hmm - definitely a conundrum. I may need to call in Monk or Columbo to get to the bottom of this.



So we took Hank to the urgent care in Idaho Falls and he was so brave and so tough. The doctor said the cut went down into the fourth out of five layers of his skin on his head (oi. barf.) He got his head glued with Dermabond instead of stitches. There's nothing so bad there's not something good about it. Glue = lots better than thread and needles. I think I might buy some Dermabond and keep it in my fannypack.

He did so good that we thought he deserved ice cream. We try our best not to shop on Sunday. But if ever the ox was in the mire, this was it. The kid deserved a shake. And to be quite honest, so did his mama. My dad called while we were in the drive-thru. Now just because we felt that the ice cream was worth it, doesn't mean we wanted my dad to know we were getting ice cream. So we were trying to be stealth. The girl at McDonalds probably thought I was deranged. I was practically whispering at the window. But she obviously didn't pick up on the fact that I wanted to stay on the downlow while the phone was on.
"Do you need a drink holder?" She hollered.
"No, this is great. " I whispered back, covering the phone with my hand.
"Okay then, here's the strawberry ones," she bellowed. "Aaaand here are the chocolates. YOU GUYS HAVE A GOOD DAY." Could this girl talk any louder? She honestly could not have been louder if she had a megaphone. It was hilarious. Or maybe we were all just in shock. Even with the loudest drive-thru worker in America, I don't think my dad heard a thing. Hazaa! My secret is safe! Oh wait, what? He might read this? TURDS.


Here he is with his contraband shake. Look at that face. That kid deserved a shake. I stand by my decision to get it on Sunday. Just don't tell my dad, okay?
Hank is doing well today. It only bothers him if her touches it or remembers or wants some candy.

HOLIDAY!

Vacation all I ever wanted, Vacation time to get away (name that band and you could win a fake vacation of your own)!!!

Last weekend we went to the cabin with all of the Gerry Mortimer Dynasty - minus Ryan who was sorely missed (next time, Ryan, next time). It was awesome. The last time I went in on snow machines, Lindy was a bump in my belly...translate that to six years. SIX YEARS?! It definitely won't be six years until the next time, that's for dadgum sure.

Here are some pictures along with some of the things I will remember from this fantastic family reunion. Precious memories-how they linger.

Here's the view going in to the cabin. Aw. Feel yourself relax? That's the magic of the road to the cabin. It's good for what ails ya. I had Luke in the sling and he fell asleep. Everyone said that he would and it's not that I didn't believe them, but I was surprised that he snoozed the whole 10 miles. Like I said, there is magic in that there road.

Like Luke's fancy gloves? Or maybe they are just socks on his hands. I'll leave that up to your keen detective skills to deduce.

There was a roaring wrestle/tickle mania in which Tom was beaten repeatedly.

The older boys made a sled hill which was nicknamed the "DeathLuge." I looked out the window to see Lindy and Sarah climbing the steep face of the mountain to watch them go down. Turns out Lindy did more than watch when she found herself between Jared and the bottom of the Deathluge. She's fine. She's a tough old bird.

Speaking of Lindy, she was also bucked off the back of a snow machine. She's fiiiine. She's a tough old bird. But there was an underlying theme the whole weekend of Lindy getting bucked off the machines, run over with sleds, or running over other someones with sleds.

Joan did Luke's hair. I think she missed her calling in life. Anyone who can do a faux-hawk this rad should be in the hair business. Just sayin' Joan.

Sunday we had a devotional in which David (Lindy) slayed Goliath (Tom). Check out Tom's face. He would only make one better face the whole weekend...stay tuned.

Sleep was a little scarce, but the sleep we did get was precious and lovely in every way.

A hilarious game of Four on The Couch which somehow became four on a chair. One of my favorite pictures.

And here is Tom IN TEARS over how royally our team slammed the other team at cards. He is such a gracious winner, right? Wrong. Good thing I was on his winning team, otherwise he may have hurt my feelings. I know Matt- who lost so very badly- was crushed at Tom's behavior.

All in all it was such a great weekend. We went night sledding, played tons of cards, enjoyed a rare show of teenage sarcasm, ate until we could only eat a little more-then until we could eat no more. It was awesome. I loved it and I can't wait to do it again. And judging by that last picture, neither can Hank.

Perspective.

Feel like a good cry?
My sister Amy sent me this link and then my cousin Jennie put it on her blog. If you read it, start at the bottom, I think the first date it Feb. 1, 2010. It is guaranteed to make you hug your babies tight, tight, tight and thank God for your blessings. Get some tissues out as you read about this family's tragedy and witness the miracles brought about in their lives. http://stakerzxposed.blogspot.com
I, along with countless others, will have them in my prayers tonight.