Yesterday on a family hike a golf ball nearly hit us.
We heard something ripping through the tree branches and I automatically thought it was a bird charging for us. I had totally forgotten that the trail was right next to a golf course.
We saw it land, bounce a few times, then Vance ran and caught it. Souvenir!
Whatever happened to yelling fore?
After coming out of that situation without injury I should have been on edge, knowing my luck had already been challenged.
Hours and perfect weather later, I was sitting outside, enjoying my family and a wiffle ball smacks me right on the forehead. I wasn't even looking.
A line drive hit by Vance and yes, it still hurts.
(Interestingly enough at the batting cages earlier that day he couldn't hit a thing.)
Here at headquarters we either over-think everything by 110% or jump willy nilly right into something. There's really no middle ground.
Last night we took the crib rail off and converted Vaughn's crib into a toddler bed. This falls into the willy nilly category. It wasn't an ideal night to do so but it just sort of happened.
She hasn't figured out that she can get out of bed but strangely had a bad night of sleep. We've been all up since 3:30 this morning and I feel it's going to be a long day for me, Justin, and Vance since we didn't get to sleep in. Miss Vaughn, on the other hand, is still snoozing away and it's 10:15 AM right now. She doesn't nap anymore, so I'm going to let her sleep in hopes of an early bedtime tonight. Hope it's a better night tonight!
Happy Monday everyone!