Baaaad to the Bone...

Let me begin by saying we had a great weekend up at Clear Creek Ranch at the Beus Family Reunion. Really, truly did.

Then, right as we were packing up to leave, this little thing happened...

Yup. Pretty darn bad. Porter-Pot was playing in the back of my truck when he slipped and fell against the sharp edge of the tailgate.

I was inside, chatting up a literary storm with my sis-in-law Emma, when OP carried little man in, drenched in blood.

I think I went into shock because I don't remember much ofwhat happened until we reached the hospital 2 hours later.

Thanks to all the Aunts and Uncles and cousins for getting me into the car as I sputtered around in shock. And thanks to Noreen who kept her cool and got him bandaged-up for the car ride. You guys seriously rock!

Since the gash was clear down to his skull, they doped him up with kedomine (not sure if I spelled that correctly) then reattached the skin together with 4 interior stitches and 11 exterior.

And now this morning, he doesn't even remember about the cut or the stitches.

Thank goodness (though it will haunt OP and I for a very long, long time).