It's not how it sounds. On Friday morning Noah tripped and hit his head on a slate step on the way in to school. After being knocked out for 5 hours (
ok...so it SEEMED that long)....5 seconds, he woke up to a bloody mess; he had cut his forehead wide open. The people at
Clarian North's ER got him patched up and hooked up with a Thomas the Train DVD, so all was good for Noah. (Mommy, however, could have used a shot of tequila or something....).


A CT scan, stitches, ketamine, 2 popsicles and 2 stuffed bears later, we were on our way home....
My Dear Noah, WHY do you do these things? You live your little life on the edge ALL THE TIME, and it was bound to catch up with you. I love you with all my heart, but you MUST stop taking years off of my life like this!!