9 Stitches, 6 Nuggets and 1 Very Long Day

Of course the morning after camping, we woke at the crack of dawn. No one had slept very well, and it was cold. I was able to get the fire going again (which sounds more impressive than it actually was since I only uncovered the embers and stuck more wood right on top). Breakfast was fried eggs, bacon and toast. Then we broke down the campsite, got everyone together and drove the hour back home (sighing relief when we hit the driveway).

While the grown-ups were unloading the trucks, the kids went about their merry business wreaking havoc on the neighborhood. Cole went to ride his bike up the street with friends. The next thing we know, Cole comes limping home with blood running into his shoe. After having gone down a steep driveway "faster than he's ever gone before" Cole ripped a huge jagged cut into his upper calf. (That of course is this Mother's way of making his boo-boo sound to you about how it looked to me at the time) So Jason, Cole and I spend the next few hours in the Alice Springs Emergency Room getting him stitched up. It's going to leave quite a scar. And of course offered to feed him whatever he wanted, hence the nuggets.