Christmas morning dawned bright and early and we were up with the sun…MOTHER OF PEARL, PAULA! WHY ARE YOU SAYING THAT! We were NOT up with the sun. That was a big lie. My minions are late sleepers so even on Christmas morning we didn’t get up until late. It sounds way cooler to say everyone was up with the sun but, ya know, the truth and all that. It used to annoy me that they even slept late on Christmas but now I kind of appreciate it.
This year ‘Santa’ brought James a golf driver. Now, James has never played a stroke of golf in his life. Billy doesn’t play and besides for taking golf one summer in Auburn I don’t either.
But… We have a big ole field in front of our house and two boys that play the X-Box way too much so I thought maybe they might like smacking golf balls out into the field.
Come on! Everybody likes the driving range. After we opened stockings and presents and gorged ourselves on Breakfast Casserole and Monkey Bread we went outside to try out the driver. James swung twice and then Henry got up to try.
The first swing was fine but the second…
Oh, the second…
Apparently James was standing too close because when Henry swung the club I heard a sickening pop. I called my best friend, who just so happens to be a doctor, and asked her if she wanted to stitch it up.
I know, I know. Is that not the WORST thing in the world to do to a friend? I mean, it was Christmas morning, for Pete’s sake, and I asked her to leave her family Christmas and come give my kid stitches. Worst friend ever!
Personally I don’t really think it’s fair that she’s a doctor AND has perfect hair. It’s kind of annoying. Seriously who has nice hair on Christmas morning?
When we got back from her office we had this to look forward to.
Aww…google maps! It’s so cute that you think we could make this drive in twenty one hours! I don’t know…in retrospect it was actually a pretty awesome Christmas.
It’s not every year you get to say ‘Merry Christmas! Now let’s go get stitches!’
Hank was inconsolable for a few minutes. He ran into the house screaming ‘I’m so stupid! Why did I do that?’ We tried to talk him down from the ledge. It really wasn’t his fault. Just an accident. If it didn’t happen then it would have happened via the stilts we bought or riding his bike etc and so on. It’s all just part of having kids and being a kid.
The stitches weren’t so bad. Ya know, they teach us a good lesson. We get hurt, we get stitched up, we learn something, and life goes on.
So, Merry Christmas! Now let’s all go get stitches.