This girl should be on the next box of Wheaties

Back in Texas, we'd say, "That ain't right" upon seeing this.
It's funny how a weekend with not much on the docket suddenly fills up. We went non-stop this weekend, and that's even with a few cancellations. What, with all the pneumonia and all, I was so mean and didn't let Max go to football practice. He was sick enough to not put up a fight about it.

So, by Saturday, Ricardo and I had to get to the gym and workout, and although it was well after the 24 hours of antibiotics and no fevers for the kids, still, we didn't want to put them in the kid care room at the gym. Ricardo took them to sit in the lobby where they could watch him play basketball. We were THOSE people. Ricardo could keep an eye on them and they had their video games and a tv to keep them still and out of trouble.

Meanwhile, I was picking up my ride for the upcoming triathlon. And then JulzHOLLA! and I were going to ride. Learning to get comfy on a road race bike is slightly different than the hybrid I'd been borrowing from Sven. Tack on that we had to maneuver through the Saturday afternoon everyone's getting their errands done before the game starts traffic and I think I had a couple of anxiety attacks. I actually looked at the grass separating my bike path from the traffic and thought, "Hmmm, I bet that's a standard 6' distance. And when I go flying off this bike my head will exceed that distance and probably land right in front of a car's tire. Good thing I have this helmet on. How do I downshift?" It went something like that.

To make matters worse, once again we were trying to find a trail that the guy at the bike store had told us about and couldn't find it. In fact, a couple of times, the trail just ended. Just done. Gone. Awkward. So, by the time we found our way through a subdivision, a church parking lot, and someone's lawn, we found the store, racked our bikes, and headed home.

And I got a text from Ricardo, "Don't freak out, but I need to take Lucy to Urgent Care and get some stitches in her head."

JulzHOLLA!: Uh, why aren't you freaking out?
Me: Because he specifically said not to.
JulzHOLLA!: Well, call or something! Why are you so calm!?

So, I called, and they were at home eating lunch, but apparently Lucy had run into a corner of a wall at the gym. Interesting, because she was supposed to be sitting peacefully and playing her Nintendo. But whatever.

I guess Ricardo let them play in the gym, and they were sworn to not go onto the court. So, you can imagine Ricardo's surprise when Max waited patiently on the baseline of the court patiently yelling, "DADDDDDDD! DAAAAADDDDDDD! DAAAAADDDD!" Ricardo ran over and Max very calmly said, "Uh, Lucy's bleeding from her head." Game over. No tears, just a look of "This kind of hurts, and I'm in big trouble, aren't I?"

So, I met them at home, and we tried to figure out if we could get to Urgent Care, get stitches, and get to the play Velveteen Rabbit on time. It wasn't bleeding too badly, but it was a half inch cut on her forehead, and it was pretty deep. It almost looked like a hole.

I stayed calm, because she was calm. When the doctor saw her, he took one look at the cut and asked, "Did she lose consciousness? And did she hit a nail?" No, she didn't. But I guess from the looks of it, she hit the wall pretty hard. And it did look like she hit some kind of object like a nailhead. It was weird.

That girl never cried. She got 3 stitches, and I think the part that bothered her the most wasn't even the shot she got to get stitches. It was the actual sewing of her head part that she really gripped my hand for. She said it felt weird. Yes, it does hunny. We got that all done, and jumped in the car to go to the play. And she checked her stitches out in the mirror and SMILED with beaming pride with how cool they looked! SHE SMILED AT HER STITCHES!

On our way home from the play - yes we made it just in time - Max explained it was a brick wall that Lucy hit. She hit the corner of a BRICK on a brick wall! That explains the depth and shape of the cut. That is one tough chick.

The next day we went back to the gym, and they were happy to be checked into the kid care room.

That's how I roll.