Since the Spring weather here hasn't been cooperating the kids and I headed indoors to see some wildlife; if you can call it that. Actually there wasn't any life left in the wild animals we were looking at. Where we went was a little bit more along the lines of a Lisa Simpson nightmare. We went with my niece's preschool class to Cabellas, the hunter's heaven.
Now I am not a hunter. And I've had the thought run through my mind every time I go to Cabellas that there is probably not a bigger store that I could be less interested in. But I do think it's kind of interesting to see so much wildlife up close. But something stuck out to me differently on this particular trip. At the Cabellas we went to there are two stuffed horses. Beside the horses there is a plaque dedicated to the life that these animals lived. It tells their names, their owners names, and things that they enjoyed doing while they were alive. It told of the many hunting trips they had accompanied their owners on, and gave tribute to the services they had rendered. And told of the long lives they lead, and how they eventually died of old age. But these same plaques were not to be found near any of the other dead, stuffed animals. It's just interesting to me that people who have so much love and respect for their animals as pets also enjoy killing them for sport. That's all I'm saying. Makes you think. And no, I'm not a vegetarian or a member of PETA, I just don't think killing animals for sport is something I would enjoy. Okay, done with that subject.
So I was trying to get a decent picture of the kids the whole time we were on the field trip.
But I could never quite get Hallie to look at me. And when she did she gave a crazy face like this.
I need to work with Hallie on her smiling for the camera. This is her, "quick take the picture face" that we get so often, Dallas is pretty much doing the same thing, only his looks a little less painful.
So I gave up on the kids altogether and decided to work on my National Geographic portfolio.
We made it home safely from the wilds of Cabellas unscared only to have poor Dallas come down with a head injury last night. When I say "come down" I mean literally. The boy fell down the stairs (or may have been given a slight push by his little-very-remorseful-sister). There were no witnesses. So it's still up in the air as to exactly how the injury occured. All I know is that one minute Travis and I were preparing dinner, and the next minute there was a blood-curdling scream followed by a blood-gushing head. I grabbed a towel to stop the blood and Dallas and I headed to the Insta-care where he received four staples to his head. Poor kid. He was very brave, and I was trying to be the same. It's no fun to see your child in pain, but we were just glad he was okay.
This was Dallas in the waiting room with some numbing cream on his head. And this is the four staples he got after he was properly numbed. That doesn't mean there was no more pain. The poor boy pretty much bawled and screamed his way through the whole process. It wasn't fun.
Kind of morbid, I know. But interesting at the same time. The stapler the Doctor used looked very much like a regular old staple gun, kind of crazy that you can just staple someones head closed. So next time your mom tells you to stop horsing around before someone splits their head open, you might want to listen to her. I think my kids will.