Last Minute Lake Day with Friends

Tattoos

Brody asked if he could "do this" (holding up his Spiderman tatoos from Easter). I gave him permission once he'd finished breakfast and cleaned his room. Both his arms are covered in tats from the elbows down.

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Cinco de Mayo

Loved celebrating Cinco de Mayo with the Carsons at Salsarita's (but missing the dads).

Boone's Batman Party

Brody had the best time at Boone's birthday party!

Happy Birthday, Stephen!

Brody's Extraction Surgery

Brody was given an extra front tooth at birth that we discovered at his 6-year old dental checkup. We promptly scheduled surgery to remove it, as it was preventing his other two teeth from coming in properly.

Photos before the mesiodens extraction:

Nephews, Curve Balls, and a Monkey Bar Tumble

So our day started with an attempt to do school with two of my nephews in the house. They are both super and we really don't get to spend time with them often enough.

My kids were less than interested in school, however. I get it. Fun was to be had.

Meanwhile, my dad-in-law, who they were staying with, was having an harder-than-expected-recovery from last minute kidney stone surgery. So I scooped them up early.  And my mom-in-law had to work and then get their broken heater fixed. Oh, the curve balls. She deserves a medal.

My man is out of town.

So tonight at soccer practice, just a few feet behind me, my child who wants to remain nameless, hit his nose on the monkey bar, fell on his nose when he hit the ground, and managed to lose both shoes in the process. The blood poured, spewed, really. We found ourselves at MD360 and I was questioning, "Is he tired because it's now bedtime, or because he has a concussion? Am I wasting money? Do we need that X-ray? I'm tired. He says he's hungry. That's a good sign, right? Will this blood come out of his favorite shirt?..."

The sweet doctor gave us peace of mind. If he does have a hairline fracture, it won't cause problems. No apparent sign of concussion. Expect black and blue nose and black eyes tomorrow. Don't let him pick his nose. Ibuprofen, but not until tomorrow.

So we left, happy I didn't pay for an unnecessary x-ray, and happy he is fine. Not necessarily in that order.

The nameless child was awarded a treat - the whole reason he was "hungry". The gas station didn't have Cliff bars in an obvious place, so his next best thing was a Sprite.

He smiled long enough for me to snap the pic. No more smiles because that hurt.

I'm hitting the sack with a tired head. Thankful for the blessings that made today. Thankful for my very present Immanuel.

And, remember, my child wants to remain nameless.  So please don't mention this post.  :)  But I did get his permission to post it...with a promise to let him play Skylanders on the Wii U for a few minutes.


Update 02-26-2014 - B did wake with swelling, was happy by that afternoon, then spiked an unrelated-but-scary-for-Mama fever that evening.  Ups and downs - the story of our week: