All 6 year olds should blog...

My 6 year old nephew asked his mom for a blog...so she has created one for him...and it is the best thing that has happened this Christmas season!

Here is a recent post:

He is doing this all by himself. This is a picture of him at 2 years old with his baby sister. He is HILARIOUS! Who would think of that?

He is so smart...I can only hope to have a kid this funny and smart.

The day I almost died...

December 8, 2012 is a day that changed my life. I was heading to a dance party that my sister, Lisa was throwing and was on the freeway. It had been snowing and the roads were icy. I was in fast lane, but felt I wanted to get out of the fast lane for fear I was going too fast. But it was too late...I hit a piece of black ice and went spinning. While spinning at one point I remember saying, "I'm going to die" out loud. I was facing the oncoming traffic and was seriously thinking it was the end of my life. I somehow made it to the left side of the road without being hit. My car was perpendicular to the oncoming traffic. While looking to my right I noticed that another car had hit the ice and was coming right for my car. I couldn't do anything. I just sat and waited for the car to hit.

Nothing could have prepared me for the impact or the noise of the crash. My body was whipped around and the car went flying forward. Finally it stopped--my hands were shaking, and I couldn't believe I was alive. I got my phone quickly and called my mom. While on the phone another car came and slammed into my car. The driver from that vehicle got out and came to me asking if I was okay. I was freaking out. No I wasn't okay! I started yelling at him, "Get back in your car! I have already been hit twice! Stay in your car!"

Several cars came and pulled over to check on the accident. At one point someone started yelling at me to call 911 and to call a towing company. In my mind I was so confused why no one else had called 911, and why me...the girl who had been hit twice was supposed to call? Also...I was stuck in my car...there was no way for me to get out since my side was against the freeway median.

So I called 911, and was the first one to report the accident. They asked if I need medical and I said no. However, soon after the phone call another guy came to me and asked if I was hurting anywhere. I told him my back was hurting and he told me he worked at the hospital and that I should stop moving. He then called for medical assistance.

Soon after paramedics arrived and they put me on a stretcher! I didn't even see my car. I was taken away in an ambulance. At the hospital they took x-rays and found nothing wrong. They told me ice lots and that if after a week if I was still in pain that I should seek physical therapy.

My parents were able to meet me at the hospital and when I was alone with my mom I finally broke down. This was the scariest thing of my life. When I fall asleep at night all I can do is picture the car coming towards me. Today while driving, my mom tapped her breaks in reaction to a car coming over--I started bawling. This has for sure shaken me up, but I'm so grateful to be alive. I'm so grateful the only thing really damaged was my car. I'm so grateful that my body will heal and that I will be able to function normally soon. Life is short...and we never know when something like this can happen. This Christmas season will be a memorable one. I know that angels were protecting me. I'm grateful for the love I have felt from people all around me! It's those people that have made me grateful to be alive.