Ouchie!

On July 14, as we were getting ready for church and the drive to Roy for Aaron's blessing, I heard Michael ask Brian, "Where's Mommy?" And then come charging down the hall to find me. As he rounded the corner to come into our room, I heard/ saw out of the corner of my eye a crash. I found Michael on the floor screaming in agony. Somehow, he managed to hit his head on the linen closet door. I quickly checked him for a bloody nose, and then held him for a few minutes. When  he calmed down enough for me to check the damage, I found this HUGE goose egg on his head. Seriously, how do these things get so big so quickly?

 So, after a few kisses, some laughs, and a Cars bandaid, Michael was good to go. Here he is on our way back from Roy.

When we got home, our ward was having a "Walk-about", so all our neighbors were out walking and talking to each other. We joined them, with Michael riding his trike like a speed demon down the hills. Everyone kept asking, as he tore past them at dangerous speeds for a three-year-old if he had hurt his head in a crash. Nope, he rarely crashes on his bike--he just crashes hard when he's running in the carpeted area of the house :)