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You took your first real road-trip over the Fourth of July to see your Great-Uncle David in Heber/Overgaard. Along for the trip were your second cousins Sean and Kimberly, your Great-Aunt Suella and Great-Uncle Bob, Great-Grandma, Grandpa Johna and Grandma Carol-Ann, and Uncle Chris and Uncle Mason (plus me and Daddy, of course). We had a really nice time, and you got to see fireworks for the first time. You really liked that... until you got hungry and demanded food. Nursing you in a field under a sea of fireworks was actually pretty neat. I think I'll remember that for a long time.

On that trip, I got to experience my first real mommy-panic moment. You had been fussy from being hot, so we cooled you off and stripped you down. I put you in your carseat to rest a minute, and as your Great-Aunt Kimberly was handing me your pacifier, her unopened can of Coke fell... Onto your head. Yep. You had that slow-motion baby scream that started with a look of shock and built slowly into a blood-curdling wail. I immediately picked you up, held you close, danced around lightly and kissed you over and over. You had a little bump, so we calmly went to Grandma Carol-Ann (who's an experienced nurse), and she diagnosed you as fine. The bump grew a little, and you weren't too happy, but you did calm down. We rested in a quiet room, nursed, and I held some ice water to your head. Finally, you took a pretty healthy nap and when you woke up, you were as good as new. The bump took a while to go away, but it's pretty much gone now. Thank goodness for spongy baby skulls.

Importantly, I was impressed, and so was Daddy, with how I handled it. I was calm, deliberate, and warm. I didn't panic, I didn't freak out. I'm sure that helped both of us and everyone else present to keep from overreacting. It ended up being a very minor event. But one I'll remember for a verrry long time.