
So you have all had a few days to digest our Anniversary day that was tragically
disruppted by a rude mini-van. I didn't want to upset you all needlessly so I waited to post these next tragic pictures. Carter has learned an important life lesson. Stay away from kids swinging metal bats. Good lesson to learn. He looked like a soldier leaving the front lines, shirt and pants covered in blood, gaping gash, hands and face smeared in blood. I threw a washrag on his head and carried him to the car all the while telling Michael, "don't look, don't look" and Michael is saying, "don't worry I won't" (He is a BIT squeamish about blood) so I took

my war torn baby down to the clinic and he got........1 stitch! I told him to pout in one of the pictures. He was grinning from ear to ear--he doesn't know how to work a crowd for sympathy at all. Hopefully the eye will be
unblack and stitch out and all cleaned up for Aunt
Magen's wedding this Saturday.