Our First Set of These For the Family

Jason and Reed went outside to play/practice baseball yesterday evening.

They'd been out there for awhile when I heard the back door open and Jason say "We're going to the hospital!"

 

 

I figured Reed had broken his hand or fingers (Kyle's got a little boy in his class with broken fingers from baseball), but when I ran into the kitchen and saw Reed with blood all over his face I knew it wasn't a broken hand.

 

 

My question of "Did you hit him in the face with a baseball?!" probably wasn't the nicest way to ask what happened. What did happen was Reed caught a pop fly with his eyebrow instead of his mitt.

 

 

Here's the picture Jason sent me from the emergency room.

This one is bad, so if you get squemish, scroll down to the next one cause it's not bad.

Jason said he did so good at the ER. He took him to an orthopetic ER where they specialize in sports injuries, so while they do suchers, they didn't have the straight jacket to strap him down where he wouldn't move.

 

Reed said he could be still, so he squeezed Jason's hand while they gave him the shots to numb his face.

 

He got 5 stiches.

(This picture is ok to look at.)

I was worried he would hurt last night and wake up with a swollen, black eye.  But he slept fine, and looks really good!

 He went to school, and the doctor said he could play in his baseball game tonight if he wants to.

(He wants to.)

The stiches come out on Monday.  At which point I'll become the Vitamin E Nazi.

So That's What They Do

No wonder the boys are so tight lipped when it comes to hunting.

Here I was thinking it was all about "roughing it" and "getting back to nature".

 

 

Cassidy opened my eyes to what really goes on on the deer lease when she texted me this picture yesterday.

This clears up a lot.

Wild Turkey

So The Music Man, along with his dad and Brad and Koen went hunting this weekend at Brad and Cassidy's deer lease.

 

 

I'm not sure what all happens on hunting trips because I never get many details.

I can't tell if there's a lot of sitting around doing nothing, or some kind of guy code where they don't talk about what they do there.

 

 

Either way, the only information I have to report is that JR, Jason, and Brad all got turkeys.

(Yes, the meat is in my fridge, so I guess we're eating turkey sometime this week).

 

 

I took these pictures off Jason's phone to prove they were there.

They're pretty self explanatory.

 

 

 

And some cute (oops, I mean "manly") group shots.

 

Jason and JR

Jason and Brad

JR and Koen

 

Thank you to Brad and Koen for showing them such a good time. They might not give me many details, but they both told me how much fun they had.

Fashion Fabulous Friday

 

 

 

There are no words to describe how cool he thinks he is.

 

Perfect Plans

Now don't be feeling sorry for JR and Kyle that they didn't go to the Astros game the other night.

 

They got their own special trips, and even though they did 2/3 of the exact same things, they didn't have to see each other for one second.

 

They both wanted to see Home, but they didn't want to see it together.  So Granny Sherry took JR, then I had to pick a different theater to go to with Kyle. 

 

(JR should have picked my theater since girls he knows were flagging me down to say "hi...which of course really means they were looking for JR. I'm cool, but I know I'm not that cool.)

 

Theater selfie by Kyle.

 

JR picked Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner, Kyle picked the Chinese food buffet.

Then they both went to the same Baskin Robbins for icecream, but we got there about 10 minutes after JR and Granny left. 

 

All around perfect planning on their parts.

Boys Night

Well just look at us doing a great job with this whole parenting thing.

 

Not only did we let Kyle and Reed pick their own sports this spring, but Jason took Reed and two of his friends to an Astros game...without Kyle. (Kyle will pick something to do with his friends later.)

 

I know. We're amazing.

Jason reported that they were all very excited. And between the 3 boys ate 5 hotdogs, a bag of popcorn, a bag of peanuts, 3 Mr. Pibbs, and 3 cotton candies.

Yes, I believe that would be a good night for any 1st grade boy.

Happy Easter