
Some days, you realize that your kids do listen to what you tell them. It's just the during the normal couse of a day you have to remind them so many time that you forget. Today we had just that happen. We stopped in Winnemucca, NV to streach our legs during the long journey across the Nevada desert. We found a park for the kids to play in while mom and dad rested in the shade eating fruit and drinking water (it probably would have sounded more romantic if I said wine and cheese, but that wasn't the case).
Anyway, while the kids we playing, some the locals started to come out of their houses now that the temps had come down. Our kids seemed to be having a good time until Ellora came over and said the one of the kids got hurt. She didn't panic and was very clear on telling us what had happened. She knew that an adult was needed and took action.
A little boy fell off the bars and hit his head on the way down. I (Jaime) found him under the jungle gym just sitting there in the sand with a HUGE bump on his forehead. I think he was in shock because he didn't know how to tell me where his parents were. So I picked him up and carried him to the group that were watching the football palyers and cheerleaders. His mother was there and quickly came over to comfort her son. By then he started to cry and I think was a good thing.... later, about an hour or so, Ellora went to see how he was doing. She took a picture so I could put it on her blog. The bump on his head had gone down slightly.
Here's to Hero Ellora for her quick thinking.