Last weekend we took a little trip to Mike's parents cabin. It was dark by the time we got up there and as we were driving up the road Mike asked "Do you see that light up there?" I said yes, it looks like its the cabin. We knew no one else was coming down so I started to get a little scared. So scared I made Mike call the police to come up and walk through the cabin. You know make sure no one was hiding in a closest or anything. After the police gave us the all clear we went inside to get settled in for the night and start our relaxing weekend away. It wasn't five minutes later London tripped on a rug in front of the fire place and whacked her little head on the hearth. It made me so sick I couldn't even look at it. I called for Mike and made him look at it. She cried for only a minute then she was back to her happy self.
Who would have thought that the Band Aide would be the worst part? We tried to put ice on the golf ball sized goose egg but she just wanted to eat it.
The Rug she tripped over and the hearth she whacked her head on. So after all of that it ended up being a great little get away. We took the golf cart mudding and London LOVED LOVED LOVED it. Every time a piece of mud would fly up and hit us she would start laughing so hard she would cry. It was so cute.
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