Down Memory Lane...(Ouch! Yes, It Hurt.)

Just as I was, literally, going out the door this morning, my sister called from my mother's house to inquire about an "urgent need for pictures for the yearly calendar." (This the same calendar that was canceled in last month's email due to "poor picture quality".) Anyway, I not only went to actually look for some good pictures, I FOUND SOME COOL PICTURES! Sometimes, I surprise even myself.

During this hunt for memories, I came across  a few pix of my youngest boy, whom I treasure as a precious jewel. And one image, in particular, brought back one painful yet hilarious 'incident' that happened that left him with another permanent scar and embarrassing story for his mommy to tell when he's a really big boy.

So the story 'sort of' goes like this...

When the 'little guy' was about 6 years old, I took him with me to visit some friends who were trying their hand at raising elk and I was going to take some pix, use those for business cards and pamphlets/posters. In order to take some good shots, we thought it would be better to go look for the herd. We told the kids to stay in the house while we were out on the property, as this would be the safe thing to do. We planned on only being gone for no more than an hour. And off we went on the quads....

No more than 30 minutes had gone by and the herd was nowhere to be found as of yet. So as we came back in front of my friend's home, we both noticed that one of the employee's was trying to get our attention, desperately. As we approached the gateway access, he started to talk frantically about one of the kids being hurt and bleeding and that he didn't know what to do and started running for the Shop/Quonset. Well, this definitively got our attention and we took off running after him.

That's where we found my little boy with blood running down his face from a hole in his forehead. And this was indeed quite the gruesome sight as it looked like a piece of his forehead may have been missing. (As we learned later on that this was not the case.) The poor Shop employee was pale from panic and had to be told he could go outside for air as I was afraid he was going to faint. My friend started up her vehicle as I gathered up my boy in my arms to rush him, once again, to the emergency room.

During the time of getting his 2nd set of stitches like a pro, my son explained to the amused doctor that he and his friends were playing "Don't Touch The Lava.  He slipped  from the couch to the fireplace and bumped his head on a piece of chopped wood. Although it did require 11 stitches (4 inside/7 outside) to close his forehead, there wasn't any missing and the scar is pretty cool for a young man to show off.

Then there was the 3rd set of stitches...involving a chain-link fence, Power Rangers, and a process known as 'Morphing'. That 'adventure' is for another bedtime story, though. Until then, goodnight kids...(and play safe.)