SD Trip Day One * Knots on Ours Noggins

Thursday, 29 June, I'm trying to finalize my packing for the trip. I was in the kitchen, just about ready to settle down for the evening. . . a big accomplishment since I'd been so keyed up all week.

All of the sudden, I heard a kid screaming and someone banging loudly on my front door. When I flung the door open, my mother-in-law, Linda, came rushing in with Scott laying facedown in her arms. Blood covered the back of his head and the sleeve of her shirt. I nearly flipped out, but I kept repeating to myself, "Head wounds bleed more than other wounds. Head wounds bleed more than other wounds. Head wounds bleed more than other wounds. Head wounds bleed more than other wounds" (That's a freebie for all the mommies on here who have yet to experience the joy of a head wound. . . just remember that it's not as bad as the blood makes it appear to be.)

We worked quickly to get Scott calmed down and cleaned up. Before we even got most of the blood cleaned up, he was calmed down and ready to get down. When he went to bed on Thursday night, the back of his head was still faintly pink, since he told us he was so OK he didn't need his hair washed.

Bless that baby.

Then, Friday morning, I got up early, got Micah up early, and headed to the church to meet up with my team. After we got there, I had to get in my van for something. When I opened the door and leaned in, I, graceful as I am, managed to knock my head on the track of the sliding door. To make the situation even more fun, I did all of this with my sunglasses on top of my head. . . and cracked my head right where my sunglasses were sitting.

*** I can now say I've seen stars swimming around my head. ***

What a great way to start our trip!

My head hurt for five days, and I had a goodly-sized knot on my noggin. Oi!

But it did remind me to have compassion for Scott.

We spent that night in Nebraska City, NE, witnessing some of the flooding in Iowa on the way, and managed to make it through the rest of the day without incident. Micah got to see the Gateway Arch in St. Louis for the very first time. Betwixt his camera and mine, I think we took approximately 2.79 gazillion pictures of the Arch, each unique. And I was driving. It takes talent to snap pictures and drive at the same time.

More to come tomorrow. . . I have lots to say!

Sarah (& Micah)

P.S. For all you wordy people out there, the plural "ours" in the title is a nod to Harrison-ese, that unusual language where Harrison adds an s to every other word.