We started out the day by taking Jake and Jaxon over to the church to head up to Scout camp. This was their 2nd day and they were both excited to go. After we dropped them off, Dale and I took Jenny and her friend, Zoey, on a walk. When we got home we went over to help our friends move. They are moving to Bountiful and they were only moving their food storage today. They filled up two moving trucks with FOOD STORAGE. Needless to say, I was feeling pretty bad about our small amount we have that would definately fit in our van. Anyway, it felt good to help someone out. Even though we were exausted when we got home, I talked Dale into cleaning out the garage. Since we got so hot doing that, Jadon asked if we could get the slip-n-slide out. It was quite a project since there were several holes in it that needed to be repaired before we could use it. Somehow while they were slipping and sliding they came up with the idea to play kickball and use the slip-n-slide as homebase. They asked me if I would play. I told them I would kick the ball but someone else had to run for me because I didn't want to get wet. That didn't last long! Not very long after we started playing, it started to rain. At first it was just sprinkling but the more we got into the game, the harder it rained. Pretty soon it was pouring and I was soaking wet so I decided to really get into the game and slide head first into home. We had so much fun playing in the rain. Luckily, Jaxon got home from camp during our game and he joined us for the fun. We played through the whole rainstorm and pretty soon the sun came out. Katie, Kyson, and Jake then joined us to do some more slippin' and sliding. There isn't a lot of things that are better than playing outside in the water with my kids! After we were done, Kierra said "This was the best Saturday we have ever had!"
"I'm safe!"
"You're out!"
Jaxon sliding into home
After we all got cleaned up, I fed the kids dinner and then Dale and I went out to dinner. It felt so good to finally sit down and enjoy some good food! What a great day!
So we are staying at the cabin one last time before school starts. Late last night we were just hanging out and the kids were watching a movie in the toy room. All of a sudden, I heard Kyson crying and he came in with blood all over his hand and forehead. At the time, he didn't know he was bleeding. Once he took his hand away from his forehead, and saw the blood, he started screaming. We cleaned it up and saw the cut. I had the hardest time trying to decide whether to take him in for stictches or not. It stopped bleeding very quickly which made me think it wasn't that deep. Amy had some butterfly bandages so we tried to close the cut up and put the bandage on it. I just prayed I was making the right decision by not taking him to the doctor. Kyson is a worrier. After we got the bandage on and he was sitting on the couch, he said he felt like he was going to throw up. He had a very worried look on his face. I called Dale and was telling him about it. Kyson looked at me and said "Am I going to die?" My heart broke. I reassured him that he was going to be fine. He fell asleep on the couch. After everything calmed down we found out that he was standing on a little stool to reach something and fell. His forehead landed on the corner of a toy house. When he woke up in the morning, he wanted to take the bandaid off because there was some blood around the outside of it. We took it off and cleaned up the blood. I asked him if he wanted to look at it. He said yes. He stood in front of the mirror and just stared. I think it looked a lot worse than he was expecting. He said "I am going to throw up". I hurried and moved him to the toilet. Amy, Lisa, Jared and I were all standing there with him. That didn't bother him one bit. He just pulled his pants down and went to the bathroom. After he went to the bathroom, he threw up. While we were putting another butterfly bandage on his cut, Amy said "I just hope it doesn't get infected". Kyson looked at me and said "I don't want to get dejected". He's so cute! Throughout the day he said things like "I wish I could go back in time and then I wouldn't have stood on that stool." and "I don't want to have a scar forever". He kept asking me if anyone would be able to see it and how long he was going to have to wear his bandage. He's our little worrier. I just hope he doesn't blame me for his little scar for the rest of his life! 
