13 Stitches, 1 Rollo, & Guilt Scrapbook Page for Scrap Fit Color Challenge

This was a great color challenge from ScrapFit. First off, I had the perfect photo to use, secondly I had to pull out a piece of Tim Holtz paper I had been hoarding, and third, a small person asked me when I was going to tell this story on my blog, so three birds with one stone!

Do you not love their colors!?

And I love my title, as difficult as it may be to admit to still feeling guilty over this! But it also gives you a close up of the paper I used, which reminds of bringing Luke home some chocolate rolos to make up for hurting him. 

See, we were out back exploring and trying to cross our creek. At all goes back to having a new THUMB. Ok, I'll explain. ;-)

We purchased the thumb for the tractor. That is the metal piece at the back part of the scoop.

See it there? It basically makes picking up rocks EASY PEASY. I know! I have eighteen new rock gardens planned. Lets just not tell THE MAN until spring.

So anyhow, this THUMB also picks up brush and we were in the process of making a nice brush pile for a little winter bonfire when THE MAN had to run back to the garage and get a torch.

So, while we were waiting, Luke and I decided to cross our creek over a fallen log covered with ice. We were using a really sharp stick to wack the ice off. Finally mostly clear, Chicken Momma (that is me) crosses carefully with the same stick. Half way over I say LUKE I'm scared. And he says, Oh keep going it's no big deal.

So, I do carefully because I am an old lady. I yell, I'm throwing the stick back and heave it.

Now, I cannot hit the broad side of the barn on a good day.

My son being much smaller than a barn, I could not believe I hit my son in the face right above his eye.

I could tell it hurt real bad from the other side of the creek from his cry. I then levitated over the same icy log, stuffed his winter hat in the huge bleeding crater and half carried him the half mile back to the house.

Met up with THE MAN who was like, really, stitches? LET ME SEE and don't be a baby.

Five minutes later we were on our way to emergency where I had to explain to everyone how I broke my own son.

He looks nearly perfect now, not all sad like this photo below. See how I slipped in his hospital bracelet behind the photo and near the Rolos?


I have been assured by many men that women think scars look sexy. Being that I am a woman, you would think I would have came up with that on my own...

So, taking a poll on that subject, are they sexy or not?

Happy Thursday...and go head, leave me some funny comments on breaking my son, I can handle them now...a month ago when this happened, you would have made me cry! ;-)