Even though I am approximately 3 months late in posting it....Happy Birthday Ryan! (I'm sneaky and will back date it so no one will every know......;)
Ryan was lucky enough to get a mud pie for his birthday cake. And I must say it was delicious!
He was showered with home-made gifts from the kids along with a new gym bag and to be honest, I can't remember anything else. I guess that's what happens when you procrastinate your blogging. Shame, shame.
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
The next picture is highly graphic and bloody. Proceed at your own risk.
This is what happens when you wrestle with your older cousin who believes body slamming is the only way to prove your prowess. Kyson happens to believe the same doctrine. He cracked his head on the footboard of Aunt Liz's bed. Sigh. The amazing thing is he came walking down the stairs to find me. This was our conversation, "Mom, I bumped my head." Just like that. No crying. No panic.
Me: (all calm and gentle) "You did? Well let me take a look at it." I couldn't see anything from the front. I assumed he might have a little bruise he wanted me to kiss or something. And then he turned around. GASP! I was horrified. I was trying to figure out what all that red stuff was. I was going through all the possibilities.....ketchup? No, how would they get ketchup upstairs? The Halloween make-up perhaps? Ooooh, they are in big trouble if this is fake blood. I can only imagine the mess they've made.....
It took me about 10 seconds to finally realize that it was indeed the real thing. The good news is, I consider myself part nurse. Although I have no real reason to mention that as one of my accomplishments other than my mother is an actual nurse and by default it runs through my blood. A bit of a stretch, I know. But I did take several health courses in college. At any rate, we made a quick phone call to the actual nurse (aka grandma) and then proceeded to super glue his head. And I must say, it turned out quite nice. Very little scarring.
And the last news for this post is our family loves to ride to Gammi's house for Sunday dinner! (Or Aunt Jenni's or Aunt Liz's) My siblings and I used to ride our bikes my grandma's house every Sunday and it's been fun for the kids to do it too. Hooray for nice weather!