My Uncle Dale, who happens to frequent my blog...well, frequently...has insisted that I post SOMETHING!!  ...and it just so happens that I not only have something to blog about, but I actually remember what it is!!! 

In short, Joshy has 4 staples in his head and he couldn't be happier about it...every 6-year-old boy needs a story to tell...so, in his words (well, partially ) here's what happened...

"We were having a great time at the Kelly family's 3rd Annual Memorial Day Picnic.  We had eaten lots of food, watched a baptism, honored our veterans, enjoyed a fun, active scavenger hunt, eaten homemade ice cream, shot bb guns and rode around on plasma cars.  Momma and Daddy were getting packed up to go and had Susie, Sammy and Becca in the van already.  I was enjoying one last run around the barn.  As I was running up the hill I ran into the roof of the barn (the barn is built into a hill so half of it is underground).  When I ran into the roof, I fell down and scraped my knee and my head hurt so I put my finger on my head and it went INTO a HOLE ON MY HEAD.  Blood strarted pouring down my face and arm and so I screamed.  Julia saw me, or heard me, first, and she went running for Daddy yelling, "Daddy, Joshy's hurt and he has blood pouring everywhere."  Daddy came running and stuck a SOCK on my gushing wound and began carrying me back to the house. 

Momma heard my scream and I hear tell that she knew it was me screaming, but she might not have come as quickly as I would have expected because perhaps she's heard me scream like that for MUCH SMALLER injuries...like perhaps falling on grass or a non-physical "injury" like having something taken from me...so I guess I'll forgive her for her lack of expediency.  Eventually she did meet Daddy as he was still carrying me.  When we got to the house, no less than a 8 people were surrounding me saying words like "x-rays", "stitches", "skull", "big gash", etc.  I informed them in no uncertain terms that I was NOT going to get stitches.  Momma just hugged me and prayed for me while everyone else figured everything out.  Just as we had a plan to set in motion, another little girl was carried from the barn with the same injury as myself...someone yelled, "We've got another one!" 

Daddy and Mr. Kelly took me to the hospital, which will forever now be referred to as "Joshy's hospital" while everyone else stayed and waited for word.  I was calm by the time we got to the hospital.  I was really pretty sleepy...I had been running and playing all day and by then it was almost 8pm and I really just wanted to sleep.  Everyone treated me really nice at the hospital.  The other little girl, Sarah, was in the room right down the hall.  They gave me a new truck coloring book that has truck light switch covers on the back that I can't wait to cut out and use.  They cleaned me up with wipes and put a gel on my head that numbed it.  An hour later, momma got there to pick us up and the man came in and said he was going to put the staples in my head.  He told me that it shouldn't hurt, but if it hurt too bad, they could give me a SHOT to help it not to hurt.  I was pretty determined not to hurt enough to need a shot.  I laid really still and smiled as he put 4 staples into my head.

I'm so glad my Daddy gave me my first buzz cut ever just 2 days before all this.  I'm also enjoying telling everyone who stops by our house and everyone who calls on the phone what I have in my head.  Momma says I've got a ways to go before I catch up with all of her injuries growing up, but I've already passed Daddy.