The birthday disaster

We invited Uncle Jeff down so we could celebrate his birthday with him. We decorated the family room with streamers and balloons. We had homemade pizza waiting for him upon his arrival and a pan of lemon bars chilling (literally) in the fridge. After we filled our bellies, we decided to take advantage of the nice evening weather (what - another nice day?!) and go for a walk. Well, the little boys decided they would rather play baseball in the backyard with Uncle Jeff, so Paul and I and No-no went for a walk. It was about our second lap around the block when we heard D screaming/crying. During the baseball festivities he went to retrieve a ball that had been hit into the lilac bushes and poked his eye on some of the branches. So...after a very quick consultation with the nurse at the after hours clinic, Paul and D headed to the doctor's to get his eye checked out. Under the circumstances, the party spirit was somewhat squelched. Nobody felt like throwing confetti. I don't know if we sang Happy Birthday? And we didn't even eat the lemon bars until after the boys got back. What we did do was open presents. And thank goodness because that ended up being our entertainment while we were awaiting their return. The little boys made Uncle Jeff some amazing birthday cards that he loved. And it was a golf birthday for Uncle Jeff thanks to his friend, Kiri. Lt and No-no played with golf balls the whole night and they loved it.

And what would a party be without the decorations being turned into ninja headbands and other accessories (note the big bucket of golf balls in the background).

Little No-no was crawling around with a big green bow stuck to his rear end for the longest time. He sat on it and it just stuck there. I left that present for Paul to open.

While we were doing our best to have a good time, the boys were having adventures of their own at the doctor's office. The doctor put some eye drops in D's eye and then turned on a black light which illuminated the scratches on his eye. Paul said it was super freaky. And he saw the scratches - three of them. So the doctor sent them home with a prescription for antibacterial ointment (like Neosporin for the eye) and instructions to return to the doctor on call in the morning for a follow up. (Side note - why do "emergencies" always seem to happen after hours and on the weekend??) He also gave them the hopeful news that eyeballs heal very quickly. So they came home, applied the ointment, and D went to bed. The next morning at the doctor's office the drops were put in his eye again and the black light was flipped on again. And the scratches were gone. What! Yep, they were gone. So Paul and the doctor messed around with the black light for a little while before they left (what better way to spend your Saturday?). We are so so thankful that his little eye is okay! And the total cost for the eye incident? Fifty dollars. We figured that we probably could've hired somebody to dig out the dang lilac bushes for that much.

Happy birthday Uncle Jeff! Next year we'll try not to have any incidents!!