Showing posts with label Maile. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maile. Show all posts

Monday, September 29, 2008

Bedtime

I just overheard the sweetest thing in the world. Greg was putting Maile to bed and as he was turning out her light he said, "Goodnight Rapunzel." She responds, "Goodnight Handsome Prince."

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Victim: Maile

Location: backyard

Culprit: slide


We were having such a nice morning. It was Carson's soccer team party in our backyard and there were about 30 people over. I had to leave the party a little early to get to my sister-in-laws baby shower, so I had just left when Greg calls my cell and tells me (very calmly) that I need to come back home because Maile has been hurt and an ambulance is coming. So I rush home and she is lying on the patio table with some bandages on her forehead and some paramedics around her and I lose it. I didn't even know what had happened but I started crying and all 30 people are all gathered around. It was not fun. Anyway, come to find out, my friend was playing with Maile and going down the slide with her on her lap. (Sound familiar Amy?) Maile must have sat up too high and WHAM! Her head nailed the top of the slide. Her forehead split open all the way to her skull.

So at the hospital the doctor checks her skull to make sure there isn't any damage (thankfully there isn't), and says that she needs some interior stitches and exterior stitches. Luckily she never passed out or vomited so she didn't even have a concussion, which is incredible considering her head nailed cement at 10 MPH. Things like this really shake you up. Even though she's ok it makes you kind of shaky and emotional the rest of the day. So now there is a standing rule with our slide, NO LAP RIDING!!


Her head hit the slide right there at the top. Very dangerous. We are so thankful that she is ok, and I'm very thankful that Greg is a good dad and was able to give Maile a blessing. We are very blessed.

Monday, April 21, 2008

Quick Little Quip

The other day out of nowhere Maile said, "Mommy, I want a sister." I said, "I know honey, maybe one day." She said, "Can we go to the Target right now and get a sister?" I wish.