That is when it all happened. Everything started happening in slow motion. As I watched Kentston sling his arm back while simultaneously yelling ...yep you guessed it "fire in the hole", everything began to click. Immediately in my head I thought "he is going to throw that stick, and with my luck it will hit one of my very cute children...making them a little less cute". So I
was just about to intervene by telling him to not throw sticks in camp when I was a split second too late. He swung back and released the stick (or small log as I like to tell it) so it came hurddling toward my face. It has been a week now and my face is back to normal. I can look back on this and laugh. ha ha ha. I'm just very very very happy I still have all of my teeth. This is the picture of me after I cleaned up all of the blood....I didn't take a picture of that (not a pretty picture).
I know I look like Elvis here but in the top pic I was really trying to smile for the camera. ha ha ha. that is freakin' funny.