wild night

for all that don't know my son is the future larry bird. ok, he loves basketball. this has never been anything to discourage in the house or outside. well, not before sunday night, at least.

just in case you don't know this...people with children...buy plastic light covers. a basketball thrown at glass ones do break and shatter and fall on the culprit underneath.

yeah, i was freaking out. Mad was cut on his hand and his head was busted (i know that is not a word) by a piece of the glass, as well. blood was everywhere. never saw my child bleed before. you could imagine how crazy i was. i was so ready to haul him to the emergency room. thank you B. for talking me out of that and calming me down and cleaning up all the glass and mess from the shattered light fixture.

we made it through. his cut on his head was not very deep and stopped bleeding rather quickly, as well as the one on his hand. thank you peroxide for bubbling the glass out of the cuts. thank you peroxide for looking like water on that rag.

thank you, B., for vacuuming. you do good job. thank you, mommy for taking care of me. (yes, Maddax's words...how sweet he is)

thank you God for putting angel wings around my son. i know this incident could have been a whole lot worse.