Fall finally Fall

Last weekend we went up to my parents cabin (again) in Oak Creek and got to experience REAL fall weather!!! Not this record heat we have been having! Blah! But real cool and beautiful colors of yellow and red weather. It was so great to be bundled up by the fire having hot chocolate. It was just Mitch and I and the kids. We had great time!! If you cant tell the picture below is Sydney & Cobe up high wedged between two mountains. Then of course playing in the fall leaves.

Cold Hearted Mother

I am going to spew a few bits of why I feel like a terrible mother. On October break (see below pictures) Sydney hurt her hand by smashing it real hard. Well yes it was swollen and Yes she could move it (barely, but non the less move it). She didn't even cry...So after two weeks of her still complaining I gave in "fine! I will take you to the doctor but this is a waist of time!" I announced. Well it just so happens her finger is broken and for two weeks I let it go. So bad mother move right there. Then on Friday I got a call from the school nurse of whom I already know which child got hurt. Can you guess? Mason of course. At lunch recess ran into another kid and hurt his noggin. Mason felt sick to his stomach (which is a sign of a concussion for those of you who have not gone through this...I can't tell you how many times I have been through this with my kids and Mitchel) So I said "OK I'll come get him". I figured how hard could he have hit his head on another kid and the other kid is fine. So once again I blew off the symptoms and said "your fine". I needed to run a few errands so I took Mason with me. He was falling asleep in the car of which "OK he is tired today". I'm at the library talking to the lady at the help desk when all of a sudden Mason starts throwing up. There was nothing around and I didn't know what to do so I opened my purse to let him throw up in. Embarrassed as I was cleaning up throw up off the floor in the library (on a very busy day I might add) I realized Mason truly got hurt today. So I got Mason and my purse full of throw up and went home. I guess after the years of kids getting hurt I have become a bit mundane. If there is not blood spewing out or there is clearly a bone sticking out somewhere I tend to say "oh your fine". I think I need to be a bit more sympathetic.....And the winner of "the Bad Mother" award goes to.... ME!