Hi y’all! Happy Monday! I had fully planned to post on Friday but last week was a booger and by Friday, it caught up with me! My oldest son left for a mission trip last Sunday. I fully expected to have a quiet week. Going from having three kids down to two makes for a much quieter house. Boy was I wrong.
On Monday, my youngest son got a go cart. He has been saving for a year and we finally found one that he liked. He has named it “Old Yeller”.
If you’ve looked at my Instagram photos on my sidebar then you know what’s coming next. If not, let me just say if you are squeamish, avert your eyes. Barely 24 hours after he got it this happened on his go cart:
He cut a turn too close and hit a fence post. Needless to say, he got to know his steering wheel a bit more intimately than he had anticipated. Before I lose my nomination for mother of the year…he was wearing a seatbelt…and now he’s wearing a full helmet when he rides.
Poor kid….after an afternoon visit to the pediatrician and then one to a plastic surgeon, he is sewn up and on the mend. This was a post stitches pic…complete with blood all over the front of his shirt. He was a trooper and did not cry once!
My oldest son returned on Friday and we celebrated his birthday yesterday. He is the big 1-3.
Here he is eating his birthday breakfast. His birthday marks the end of birthday-palooza at our house….finally. Four birthday’s in two weeks is a little hectic. Luckily, two of those are mine and my dad’s and they are on the same day.
Whew…what a week! I hope this one is a little more calm.