A long story

There seem to be certain unnamed people, Lisa, who think that we are slipping into blogging oblivion, so I thought that I would write something to put their mind(s) at ease. We had an 'series of unfortunate events' happen last week...Isaac got into a bike accident on his way home from school. Nothing glorious, but the wind blew him over and we, or I should say, I and some very nice Dutch people ended up at the hospital where we got him glued back together sufficiently. It turns out that Abby, being the couragous little thing that she is, ended up being blown over off of her bike on the way home to drag me to the scene of the crime. It is very exciting when you open the front door and you have two Dutch policemen standing there with your teary eyed daughter. Can I just add that the police here are very nice and understanding and pressed and polished looking (which is a little scary up close). Due to a serious lack of communication between Abby and I, she ended up lost the next day. Now, I can think of very few things that are as scary as this is to a parent but it is greatly magnified when you are in a foreign country, even if most people do speak very good English. Everything turned out alright and I only went bolistic a little bit on her afterwords. The things that go through your mind though...I tell you!