|Cheering on my BYU Cougs. They're really struggling this year, |
but that's okay. I know what it's like to struggle.
And if you keep trying, sometimes things work out.
We actually busted out of the hospital on Monday afternoon and made our way home. I meant to update the blog sooner, but you know, this whole life thing.
Heading home, almost there, on Monday, my cell phone rang. I was really looking forward to a shower, and maybe even a nap. But on the other end was my son. There had been a mishap on the marching band field, and well, yeah, "I split my head open." So turn around, pick up the kid and head over to the doctor's office where they glue him back together.
|Leaving the hospital on Monday.|
|Big brother ready to help with my haircut.|
|Wait, what IS that thing??|
|All done, and much better.|
In all honesty, I'd been trying to get one done for a couple weeks. There were even (sorta) concrete plans for one on Labor Day. But that was a squirrely day for him so I decided we'd better not stress him out, and haircuts definitely do that!
But with pictures on Friday, Thursday was the hard deadline. It was rough for him. Haircuts are kinda scary. And he's not usually a fan of the bath afterward either. But with Andrew's help, he did okay, and he looks so cute!!
And WE'RE HOME!!!
And home is a great place to be.