Last Thursday was Farmboy's 32nd Birthday. He's not totally keen on birthdays (especially his own)--So I told him he got to choose what to do for the entire day! He decided on a favorite pastime: ICE SKATING.
He worked at the ice skating rink in Provo during the 2002 Olympics so he's a lover of not only hockey but also being cold. He's not a horrible skater either. So, even though I'm 9 months pregnant, I figured it would be a good family outing.

HY was loving it. And to keep him from pulling me down we got him a little kid ice skating walker that you push to help you balance. He thought it was the greatest.
I love this picture I took from the hip. Tongue out and all.
Mini-E wasn't so good on skates so she enjoyed the view from the sidelines most of the time. Which was just fine with her.

Farmboy was showing me all his Olympic Tricks with Mini-E. And for
once, he was having a great time on his birthday. He even said so! Good birthday! Mission accomplished!

We
were all having a great time. And then.....
Farmboy dropped Mini-E off on the sidelines for a spin around by himself. His last words were:
"I used to be able to do this better..."
And then
CRAsH! SMaCK! His head hit the ice.
Now, I'm a really calm person when it comes to accident(
and Farmboy tends to be a little dramatic). And so I figured that his lying there was simply a matter of him catching his breath---or perhaps laughing. Needless to say, I took my time getting up to the scene of the crash. In fact a few other skaters beat me there.
Upon arrival, Farmboy was staring up into the rafters. I couldn't tell if he was just coming to or we were about to lose him. Either way, he was out of it. I kept talking to him saying. "You're fine. You're gonna be just fine. Just catch your breath. Take your time and catch your breath."
He started to move and talk and I could see that he wanted to get up. So he started to and that's when I noticed the blood. A lot of blood. BLOOD!
"How bout you just lay back down..." Now, I'm having visions of
24 Episodes in my head. I'm not really sure how bad this is. But I'm calm. VERY calm. "you're fine...just fine..."
Meanwhile---the kiddos are having a great time. HY is still skating around. And Mini-E is still on the sideline hockey bench. Someone--some very wonderful mothers escort them out and give them suckers so that they don't happen upon the bloody scene.
I'm on my knees in ice skates leaning over my very cold husband's body. He's complaining about the ice and the cold and the pain. Here come the paramedics. Indeed, they spare no expense. They put him in a neck brace, give him oxygen, put him on the stretcher and drive him ONE block to the Emergency Room. That's right---ONE block.

As they roll Farmboy out on a stretcher in front of my two little ones with suckers...I tell them how exciting it is that Daddy gets to ride in the Ambulance on his birthday. And look---a Firetruck came too. What a special treat for Daddy on his birthday. HY couldn't imagine anything better!
CAuTIon: Graphic Photo coming!!5 hours ...and 9 Staples later--
Happy Birthday Sweetie. 
Now, Farmboy wants me to specify that I thought I saw a spider web crack in the ice just under all that blood. And the doctor at the hospital said that everything looked good. And that nothing was broken...so evidently, Farmboy's head is tougher than the ice!
but not his skin on his head.And everyone was worried about
me ice skating???