Busted

Today we had a great day. We went to church and then out to lunch with our friends Tim and Amber and their son. Then Judah and Amy took a nap. After that Amy worked on her dissertation, again. at 4:15pm Amy went to work and Judah and I joined our friends Esther, Arthur and Ellen at the park. After which we walked to the papusaria, a Elsalvadorian restaurant. On our way there the three kids were holding hands with Judah in the middle. Then it happened. One of the kids tripped and they all stumbled and fell down. Because Judah was in the middle he didn't have a chance to brace himself so with his hands at his side he hit the pavement, face first. Judah had blood all over his face. Scrapes on his chin and upper lip. Two little cuts on the inside of his lip of where his teeth pierced the skin. And he cut the little piece of skin that connects your lip to your gums. I called Amy later oday and she said that the ortodontist cut hers when she had her braces so that it didnt matter that his was ripped. I now have blood all over my coat, and I wear it with pride. As we walk into the papusaria people look at us and kind of freak out because Judah has smeared his blood all over his face in an attempt to wipe the snot from his nose. Ofcourse I decide to take him to the bathroom and with some wet papertowels I wipe his face which in return made him scream and cry al over again. Once the papusas were served he forgot all about his pain and ate his papusa con queso with a litle snif here and there in between. I have to admid that I had to choose to nurture him first and once he wasn't thinking about his lip any more I was finally able to take a picture. In all honesty my thought process was as follows: "Lets take a look to make sure he is ok. Ok he is ok. I t would be so cool to take a picture of him right now. That would damage him for life and that is not worth a photo. Ok just hold him and calm him down." And then the rest of the evening I had to discipline myself to not take a photo until he was himself again.