A few Saturdays ago I was enjoying a quiet moment but for some reason when those come around I am quickly called back to reality. As I came came back to I heard screaming. I knew instantly that it was Ben. My heart sank and as I opened the door Kev yells out, "Don't worry its not as bad as it looks." There was my baby boy with blood oozing down his face. Talk about freak out (on the inside of course, didn't want to freak Ben out.) We take him up to wash it off and realize it is very deep. We are so blessed to have so many friends in the medical field we were able to take him up the street to a friend's and see if we needed to take him to the E.R. He asked if we had super glue, yes of course we do, he told Kev to shave it and he would be right down to help seal it up.

He was pretty banged up, poor little guy. He was riding his scooter around the block and hit a rock the wrong way and he went sailing off. For me the saddest part is he was by himself so he had to walk home alone, break my heart.

Our friend, Steven, glueing his head back together. Ben thought it was the coolest thing to tell people that his head was glued together.