"Eventful" Sunday

Our Sunday has been to say the least, eventful. Clark woke up in a bit of a mood, meaning that he threw stuff at us because he either didn't want it any more, or just was mad that it was offered to him in the first place. Clint was moody also and therefore Clark and him were butting heads a little and I still have a darn headache that hasn't gone away since last Sunday.

Clint's mood didn't get better after a "gigantic gouge" Clint's words, or "small scrape" my words, was put into the passenger side door as I was getting in the car. Clint is a "little" over protective of his car. It's the first car he's been able to pick out and order from the dealership brand spanken new and so he wants it to stay perfect forever. So any imperfection in his car makes him go crazy. I was lectured yesterday about the crumbs in the back seat from just one day of driving it around with Clark. This is the second scratch/gouge I've put in the car. I scratched his tail light with the car seat and now I've punctured the side of the car with the brake handle of one of his bikes. We just need a bigger garage then house for him to be happy. :)

After church Clark and I took a nap while Clint got ready for his trip. After Clark's nap, he was a little grumpy still so we went for a walk around our complex. The thing about our complex is that there are lots of dogs that use the grass areas as their toilets, and it tends to freak Clint out a little. Today Clark really wanted to crawl around on the grass and put his hands on all the spots that a dog would find appealing to potty on. He was digging in the dirt, picking berries and leaves off of plants and putting them in his mouth, and tripping and falling. Finally to tip us all over the edge, Clark picked up a rock and was walking with it, tripped, and smashed his pinkie finger between the cement and the rock.


As you can see from the pictures, he did a number on his finger. Of course he wanted me to kiss it, dirt covered and everything. This has been by far the worse oowie he has gotten. He normally is a pretty tough kid and will brush off and keep going, but this one he screamed the entire way back to our house, then cried for another 10 or so minutes while we ran some cold water over his hand. I'm pretty sure he's going to lose the finger nail, and I'm sure it won't be the last one in his life.

Thankfully the rest of the evening went fairly smoothly. Clark's Grandma bought him a drum set.

It has a drum, tambourine, harmonica and another whistle thing, that I can't remember the name of right now. It is a great present because it will live at Grandma's house, but despite my throbbing headache, the drum really wasn't too horrible to listen to.

To end the evening, Clint is finishing up getting ready to go to New Orleans tomorrow. He will be there for a Junior Officer Concile Conference, which is going to be teaching him about career planning. This will come in handy if we decide to stick with the Army. We bought Clint a new bag because he wanted something with wheels, but that' was smaller then my bag that has wheels.

This last month Clint has been traveling a lot, but at least it's only for 5 days at a time, not 5 weeks. :)