Welcome to the Scharrer family's real life story! Most of our story is written for, and about, our four kids and the spice they add to our lives. It's our story of happiness, craziness, and sometimes ridiculousness. We've journaled through childbirth, the terrible two's, private school (and our public school experience), an autism diagnosis, medical school, residency, and long-term mission work in Africa.

Now we're following a new adventure, which involves a 45 foot motorcoach, homeschool, and as many ski slopes as we can go down in one year.

For posts from while we were living in Zimbabwe and updates about our future plans in Zimbabwe, please see our mission blog...

www.ourzimbabwejourney.blogspot.com.





15 December 2008

It's all fun and games...

until someone gets hurt...

Yesterday we got a good foot of snow. It was snowing and blowing like crazy and Erik and Maida decided that it would be a great time to play in the snow! I stayed inside because I don't have snow pants that go over the baby bump, but also because I had so much fun watching these two out the window! They were laughing and laughing, having the best time. Erik buried Maida in a snow bank and she loved it, all the while eating as much snow as she could stuff in her face! Then Erik decided that she would have fun flying through the air and landing in a snowbank. So he was throwing her up in the air and into a big bank in our backyard - which she LOVED -when Barkley! caught a glimpse of Maida flying through the air our of the corner of his eye and thought she was a toy, apparently, because he then proceeded to pounce on her. He landed right on her face, scratching my beautiful, little baby's skin apart!!! We immediately brought her inside, along with a bowl of snow for her to eat to help make her lip and tongue (yes, Barkley! even cut her tongue open!) feel better. Some Tylenol and a good nap made everything okay.

Last night Barkley! was still quite upset that this happened and he wouldn't even eat his dinner! He paced all night long outside her door and kept waking me up too, worried about her. I'm so glad that she didn't get an eye poked out or her nose ripped off. I'm also glad that Barkley! felt bad and knows that what he did was wrong.


The fun and games...



The hurt...
A few hours later...

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