
Mid-afternoon on New Years Eve, Michael fell down the stairs and onto a bucket of water. We were visiting Grandma and Grandpa Harston's cabin remodeling project. Thank goodness for the sturdy cartilage of developing kids--or it would have been a broken nose.
A few hours later Michael settled down, the bloody mess was cleaned up and he was having a great time at our celebrations with family.
We had more than our share of injuries last year. Michael fit the last one in for the year.... No more injuries in 2009....


















