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.





13 July 2009

Fourth of July 2009

The Fourth of July is my favorite holiday. I can't imagine the Fourth without family, fireworks, and lots of food. I also can't imagine the Fourth without Minnesota. This year we were fortunate to spend the Fourth out on the lake where Erik and I got married! It was just beautiful. We went out on the boats to watch the fireworks, but Maida fell asleep not even two minutes before they launched the first blast, and slept through the whole show even though they were launching them off from the beach right in front of us and right over our heads. She's her daddy's daughter!

Maida will never forget this Fourth of July, though, for different reasons. Friday night, July third, we were just finishing up a bath before bedtime and Maida slipped and fell on grandma's tile floor in the bathroom. She landed right on her chin since her hands were wrapped up in the towel (like a burrito). Her chin split open and Erik and I spent the next three hours in the emergency room with her. The doctor we saw decided to glue it shut. Maida was a tough girl while getting it scrubbed out and fixed up. She didn't cry, however she did ask before the doctor started with the procedure, "Mommy, can I cry just a little bit?" It was so cute and we told her it was okay to cry. Having daddy there to hold her was comforting.

Some of my favorite memories of the weekend were.... our cousin's kickball game, Aunt Carol's homemade ice cream, the big boat Jared rented, being at the cabin, spending time with my nephew Darin, the parade, the pie contest that three family members entered (and my niece Sarena won for her age group), the 5K I didn't get to run because I was in the ER with Maida the whole night before, a random guy with a pet snake around his neck walking down the road, the bat game, the music, and the dancing on the boats before the fireworks started, and the devotional Erik gave around the camp fire.

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