Rylie's 1st grade picture. Her wound doesn't look too bad considering how bad it looked 2 days before when it happened. She's getting so grown up though, I can't believe she is in 1st grade and learning so much.
Last night as we were getting ready to go to the Real Salt Lake game we heard a knock at the door. It sounded like a kid knock so I took my time getting there. I opened the door to find Rylie standing there covered in blood and standing in drips of blood all over the porch. She had been playing at the neighbor's house in their sandbox when one of the boys whacked her in the head with a shovel...OUCH! My first thought was..."lets go to the hospital" but on further inspection (and much debate) we decided that it isn't super deep. Deep enough to require a trip to the store for butterfly bandages but not enough for stitches. Rylie was a real trooper through the ordeal. The most she cried was when we said "butterfly bandage" because she didn't know what that was and it sounded scary. 
We were able to get her all bandaged up and comforted in time to go to the game. Thanks to Auntie Amy for babysitting and for Drew distracting Rylie from her wound. 
