16 hours left, 132 hours accomplished. Wyatt plowed head first into our 1970’s rock fireplace, that was fun. Took him to the doctor, he is fine but looks a little like a Klingon from star trek. I might have over reacted with the doctor’s visit, but I had just heard a story about someone hitting their head and it stuck with me. Poor kid was telling a story over dinner and forgot about the huge deformation on his head and swung his hand right into it while trying to making some point in his story more real. He cried. The nurse gave him 3 different band aids to take home, apparently that made things better. I wish I could remember everything thing my kids say and do… my brain just won’t let that happen.
Carson: “mom you know what my 3 favorite vehicles are? 4wheeler, motorcycle, and van.” He misses the van too. “Starts with chocolate, ends with milk, so it’s good.” “I think Owen likes you because you feed him all the time, like breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
It’s been a hard week, but I have good kids, and an amazing husband that I can’t wait to see in the morning!
2 comments:
Poor Wyatt. I think that kid is bound for more accidents..he seems to be accident prone. Carson is hilarious. Congrats on finishing up a hard week and having your hubby home for awhile!! Love you!
It is nice to have them gone once in a while so that we appreciate them a little more, isn't it? We need to all get together again when we aren't all sick here.
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