Showing posts with label Injuries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Injuries. Show all posts

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Hibocce!

Ahhh...it's nice to visit my folks (and I'm so glad I got to see my sister - it's really sucked being so far away from her for the last few years), but it's so nice to be sitting in my recliner at home, too. Oh, yeah, and I missed Brian!

We did jam a lot of fun in before we left, though: coffee and breakfast out, then back to the house to get ready, and then we went and played bocce ball (my sister's boyfriend had never played before, can you imagine?). We even set up a court with a second set of balls so Squiggles would have his own to play with. It's funny to think that just about a year ago, we were at the same bocce courts with our little Squiggles. Of course, this is what he looked like then:


Now he's running around everywhere! His forehead looks much better today, too; little to no bruising, but there were some deep scratches that will take some time to heal. He'll probably still have the mark when we go to get our holiday pictures taken next weekend. Oh, well, it'll add some character for our little bruiser!

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Sandcastles in the Sand


Anyone else watch How I Met Your Mother? Funny stuff.

So we did not go to the winery today. Squiggles is still not doing great, but he is doing better than yesterday, thank goodness. And we still had a nice day: my sister and her boyfriend came just before lunch, so we all got to spend the afternoon and evening hanging out and having fun. After lunch, everyone else went on a long golf cart tour of the reservation while I stayed behind and the baby napped (I made buckeye bars and caught a little cat nap that just served to make me more tired than before, which is weird). Then we all went to a Mexican restaurant for dinner. It was pretty good, but Squiggles took a header on the pavement outside while we were waiting for a table, so I spent most of the meal paying attention to him (thankfully, my mom helped a lot). We kept dabbing ice on his forehead throughout the evening, and the goose egg that was threatening to pop out never got a chance. He'll be fine - little boys have thick skulls!