A beautiful sunny afternoon, sitting on the grass with Anneke as the kids laughed and played outside, commenting on how Zoe has seemed to grow up overnight.
I hear my name but don't see the youngsters. As the sound grows louder, I see them walking up the newly dug drainage ditch. They convince me to follow them on this adventure in the dirt, through the roots. Along the way, Joshua swears he hears a snake and decides this adventure is over. So began the next one that warranted this...
As I'm standing in the sun's rays, Joshua runs up screaming, his hand covering the right side of his head. "What happened?" Through tears and explanations, I see that the right side of his head is covered in blood. We quickly go and rinse off the blood. Jeremy and I make a decision to take him to our doctor. Almost closing time, but she graciously agrees to see us. Joshua was beyond relief when she decided against stitches. A butterfly plaster and a bandage (a bit dramatic, she admitted, but necessary to keep it in place overnight) and we were good to go! The next morning it looked like it was healing nicely. And Joshua had a cool head wound to show his friends!
I'm actually thankful that we haven't had any broken bones or stitches or anything. I know with a boy it's inevitable, but for now I'm thankful for that clean bill of health!