These pictures are awful and blurry:( I didn't get any of them on the actual playground but they LOVE to climb up the hills, wonder the path on top and slide down on their bums! They even talked Keith into going up with them so they could go higher then normal! I figure I had plenty of time for pictures and stopped taking them to chat with my friends. After a little while we heard crying and stopped for a sec to listen to the cry to determine whos kid it was and if it was an actual need help cry. I looked over to where the boys were just in time to see Noah step out from behind a tree with blood GUSHING from his head and dripping down his face!! YIKES!! Definitely an actual cry! We all ran over there to figure out what happened. I asked Keith to grab something to stop the bleeding and he decided the car was to far away and ripped off his shirt instead (What a good Daddy!! :) Easton by this time was terrified that something was wrong with Noah and started screaming his head off too!! I used the shirt to clear enough blood to decide it definitely needed stitches! While I was doing that, all the other kids were explaining that one little boy threw a rock aimed at his little brother and it hit Noah instead (Lucky for the brother:) Hehe!) Off we ran to the Instacare with 2 little shoeless boys covered in dirt and a balled up TShirt on Noahs head (which also meant a shirtless Daddy too) We looked like the parents of the year:)...
A brief moment of rest between sobs:( |
A little love from a very concerned little brother! |
This, however, presented another problem!! We didnt have enough time to get Keith a shirt?!?! So, being the trooper that he is (because Noah wanted him to come in with him really badly) he put the only thing in the car on to cover his G top. A SPONGEBOB SNUGGIE!!! Hahahaha :)
Through all of this Noahs biggest concern was that the little boy that threw the rock had meant to hurt him and was mad at him for some reason. When we told the Dr that they were throwing rocks and one hit his head, the Dr said the little boy that threw that one must feel awful. Noah started bawling as if it had just happened and said "No, he didn't even care!!" Which was totally not true but we could not convince him otherwise until...
We got home and his friends brought him balloons, ice cream and a hand drawn card that said Sorry:) All was right in his world again and now he thinks he is pretty cool stuff with staples in his head. He can't wait to go show them to all his friends tomorrow:)