Memorial Day (Part I)

I have been kind of looking forward to Memorial Day this year because my grandparents' headstone was set last week and I've been anxious to see it with my family. Today started out like most Memorial Days....we slept in a bit, ate a good breakfast, and then headed out to Forestvale Cemetary. When we got there, my nephews showed us a baby squirrel (which we later determined to be a gopher) that had a broken foot and was soooo cute. The kids were enthralled and the little guy was frightened by the attention. Just as I was deciding that they needed to find something else on which to focus, Jacksen decided to pick up the little guy....and he started crying...the gopher, that is. Well, Jacksen got scared and ran away. He tripped over a gravestone and fell into another, cutting open his head on the bridge of his nose right between his eyes. The amount of blood pouring out of his head was like nothing I have ever seen....and I never want to see that again! Thank goodness Auntie Katy was there because I completely panicked. She picked him up and immediately squeezed together the wound to staunch the bleeding. Marc held him while Katy held his skin together all the way to good 'ol St. Peter's Hospital. Once there, the physician assistant determined that he had cut all the way to the bone and would definitely need stitches. While we were waiting for the numbing stuff to work, Marc suddenly got a little woozy and then fainted. That's when I finally started crying. Anyway, Marc came to, I pulled myself together, and Jacksen got a few stitches.

This kid is tough. He is currently playing and happy...even though it is BEDTIME!

Tomorrow I will post Part II of our Memorial Day...yes, there's more....