At Least It Wasn't My Car...

If I haven't previously mentioned this, we live in a very small town. Like more cows than people and it's rare to pass another car on the street while driving. (The town joke is that the only time you will ever get two cars at an intersection at the same time is the last day of the month when people are getting their home/visiting teaching done.) With this in mind, I am proud to announce we are joining the elite group of people who can say they have gotten in a wreck on a road that probably 10 cars drive on per day.

Yep, flash back to Tuesday night. Greg and I had just dropped Garrett off and were on our way to meet some friends for a birthday celebration. As we were leaving, my mom asked us if we would drive her car and fill it with gas while we were in town. Always willing to help others (and use their gas instead of ours), we agreed and were on our way! It had been a snowy and cold day and the roads were solid ice. For some strange reason, I was driving, which is weird because Greg is usually our designated driver. To make a long story short, I stopped at an intersection and the car behind us slid on the ice and rear-ended us.

Nobody was hurt and the cars got dinged up a bit, but that's about it. Greg and I were in the car laughing about how funny it was to have gotten in a wreck in my mom's car in such an unpopulated place. It was even funnier because the people who hit us had just left our next-door neighbor's house and are cousins with our friend whose birthday party we were going to. In fact, they were on their way to babysit her brother's baby because her brother and his wife were also coming to the birthday party.

We didn't quite make it to the party and I called the OB/Gyn on call just to report what had happened and see if I needed to watch for anything specific. I could feel the baby moving and wasn't the slightest bit worried, but he said I needed to go to Labor and Delivery and have the baby monitored. I guess I should have figured he would have had to say something like that to cover his tail, but I was surprised. So, Greg and I spent some thrilling time at the hospital hooked up to a baby monitor. The baby was just fine and Greg enjoyed getting acquainted with the Labor/Delivery floor, since he pretty much missed that entire ordeal when Garrett was born. He was impressed with the snack room and was even able to snag a DC out of the experience, so we'd call it a success.

Here's a lovely picture of the car. You can't really tell much, but the bumper is cracked underneath the license plate. I hope you like the Christmas stickers I added to protect my sweet mother's identity.


Earlier in the evening, before all the fun and excitement, we visited Santa Claus at the town library. Garrett was very interested in Santa and gave him a pretty good stare-down. (His hat covers his face in the picture, but you can kind of see how serious he was about the whole experience.) He got his candy cane from Santa and was out of there. It was pretty funny!