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So, remember that one time, that you fell down at the park, and bonked your head and skinned your knees and elbows? I'm sure at this moment, you are picturing yourself, at anywhere from age 2 to 10-ish. Well, if you're me, you're picturing about ten hours ago...

It all started with a run, that turned into a walk. (Side note: How does anyone run in El Dorado Hills? It's so dang hilly..I know that's not a word, but it's hilly none the less). And because I run through the park, that is pretty flat and much easier terrain for a run, Montana MUST have a visit to the playground. So, I stop to let her play. I felt like I must've been interrupting some sort of function because there was probably fifty moms with name tags, and twice as many children all over the place. Regardless, I stayed to let Montana play. After a few minutes I noticed that it was getting kind of rambunctious on the play structures, and Montana was in the way of a group of young boys playing. So, I went and picked her up, letting her know it was time to go home. Of course, she doesn't want to hear this and kind of throws a hissy fit whilst on my right hip.

So, I go to step up out of the "bark box" (well, it's not a sand box...it's bark, so what else do I call it?)...and I must've tripped, although I don't remember my foot catching, and before I know it I'm slow-mo falling. All I can think is to turn to the left, because she is on my right hip in my right arm...so I stick my left arm out to break my fall, trying to catch myself on my jogger right in front of me. Yeah...forgot to put the break on that, because it just rolled out of the way and took my arm with it...so, falling head first, I take the fall on concrete to my forehead, with my knees shortly after scraping their way to a halt on the concrete. I jump up to check Montana, asking a woman standing nearby if she saw if Montana hit the ground at all. She said she didn't see the fall, just that we had fallen. But, Montana seemed fine, and I was pretty sure that my right arm never touched the ground upon impact. She jumped right up. So, then the woman asks me, "Are you okay?" And in a dizzy, delusional voice, I'm like, "Yeah, I'm fine. I broke the fall with my head." Two contradicting sentences...but that's all I could think to say. So, then I kind of dust myself off, not caring in the slightest if anyone thought it was funny...if you're laughing at someone who fell on their head, you're a jerk anyway. So, I didn't leave out of embarrassment...but I turned to Montana and said, "K, Tana, get in your seat. We need to go...Mommy has owies." As I walked home, I felt my head and felt a bump...got home and looked in the mirror, and found a golf ball sized knot.

So, after some Advil and ice, and some band aids for my knees, I can now laugh it off as a rough play day at the park. Oh, and no pictures. I can laugh at myself for sure, but I'm not that self deprecating! :)

P.S. Rach, this post is for you. Thanks for caring about me updating my blog. love ya