On the morning of the Moose Hunt, I was in the bathroom doing my hair. Becca, my sister-in-law comes as tells me that Luke is hurt. He had been so adventurous and fearless that truthfully I had been thinking that we would have a trip to the ER at some point. I asked her how bad, and she said, "well, he's bleeding." I made it to him, and sure enough he was bleeding all over his face and one knee.
Let's just say that Ryan and Luke were goofing off, and Luke took the brunt of it. Ryan was throwing Luke in the air, that would be bad enough...but who throws their kid out like a football pass, catches their ankle and pulls them back in? Who? Who? Well, he missed Luke's ankle, and Luke ate the driveway face first. Luckily his teeth are all still intact, and he healed up for the most part. He had a gash over his eyebrow that could have used 1 stitch, I super glued it and it looked amazing (at the time of the pictures the super glue was holding the cut together). The only thing is 2 days later the superglue failed and the cut came apart again. Man I miss not having steri strips anymore. That could have held it together. So now Luke has a little scar over his eyebrow, but hey doesn't every one need battle scars to talk about?
What was Ryan thinking? I was trying so hard not to get mad at him, but what was he thinking?


Okay Luke, remember, this is a game you don't ever play again.