Took to the path and listened to Elvis bitch about walking to the sledding hill. "It's too far." "I'm so tired." "I can't go anymore" yadda, yadda yadda.
So we walked with puppy. It was stressful with all of the puppiness and 5 year oldness. But we arrived here, ready to sled. Sled we will.
Elvis hiked this bad boy-self and sent his shit down like no other. Run #1 AWESOME! It was fast, furious and crazy epic. Standing at the top of this hill, I was in awe. Mr. Handsome was on his way over with Ladycakes, I called on the cell and asked him to bring Elvis' s helmet. This hill is epic, he needs a helmet.
As Mr. Handsome and Ladycakes approached, Elvis wanted to take run #2. He was ready. On his game. I mentioned before pushing him down the hill, "Bail if you need to.." *note to self 5 year olds don't know what" bail if you need to" means..I SUCK.
He wasn't wearing a helmet. We couldn't wait the 5 minutes for Dad to arrive. He slammed into the above fence. Luckily, he hit the side of his head not his face. He's fine. He has 5 staples in his head and will be just fine.
I'm a wreck. Mother of the Year, I'm out of the running. I'm so proud of my brave little man but question my own decisions. He still trusts me and for that I wonder if perhaps there wasn't a brain injury.
I love him. I'm sorry. I'll do better. I promise.