OK, the two topics have nothing to do with each other, except that two members of our family decided to alter their physical appearance this weekend, both voluntarily and accidentally.
My oldest daughter has needed a haircut for quite a while. Her hair was LONG--she could almost sit on it! She loved her long hair, loved putting it up, but the ends were not in great shape so we were going to get a trim. Then, the day before the appointment, she tells me that she wants to donate her hair to Locks of Love, the charity that makes hair prosthetics for sick children. I was surprised. She donated once before, a few years ago, but she really likes her hair long, and the hair must be at least 10 inches to qualify for a donation. When I asked if she was sure, she said she was a little reluctant, but it helped to know that she was helping someone else.
So, here's the moment of truth:
And eleven inches later, here's how she looks:
Now...the makeover that doesn't look so good.
My sweet little boy was racing along on his Spiderman scooter Sunday afternoon, racing his mommy when he got tripped up and crashed onto the asphalt driveway. I tripped over him and couldn't catch his fall. He smacked his head hard and instantly the biggest goose egg I've ever seen popped up on his forhead. I was just sick. To be so close and so helpless to stop it!
We watched him closely. My husband is a volunteer firefighter/first responder (kinda like an EMT) so he knows a bit about emergency medicine. Praise God, he is alright, but he looks just awful!
He actually looks a little worse now, because the knot is all dark and scabby. Nasty.
The irony of it all is that the next morning he was up and running around like nothing happened. I have the smallest abrasion on my knee, but have been half crippled since Sunday. My hip, my knee and my ankle are all out of whack. Seeing the chiropractor again tomorrow. This old body doesn't rebound like it once did.