Life down here on earth

Ouch!

Sam fell off a ladder at the park yesterday. Poor guy. He was climbing on a giant slide shaped like robot. He fell about three feet and his head hit a metal plate at the bottom of the ladder. It's really a run-of-the-mill goose egg, but doesn't he look pitiful?

We snuggled on the couch after cleaning up his bump, and every 2 or 3 minutes he would say, "I hurt myself on my head.", "I hurt myself on the robot slide.", "It hurts. I hurt myself." He definitely can milk an injury. Hmm. I wonder where he got that? Surely no one else in my family does that! *cough cough*

On an unrelated note: In all the October rush, I have completely forgotten to post pictures from my Dad's trip out here at the end of September. Look for those soon. Also, updates from our trip to Legoland and Sam's birthday (which is today!) Boy, it's feast or famine around here, I tell ya.

I don't be-leaf it.

Oh my goodness. This is my family.

Weird Science

Apart from a lot of confusion from Jack about which was his "real" birthday and which was his "fake" one, Jack's party went off without a hitch.

It was a science theme party. We had a "mad scientist" come and do some cool things with flash paper and dry ice and squeezing eggs into bottles. After a few cool tricks he said, "A lot of people would tell you that's magic- but really it's not. It's just science." Well, just take all the fun out of Harry Potter for us, will ya? The kids built structures out of gumdrops and toothpicks and made slime to take home. We filled goody bags with magnets and magnifying glasses and pop rocks (remember those?) and nerds (get it?) Jack was thrilled and I was glad there weren't too many kids and that it was over quickly. (See pictures in the photo album to the right.)

Sam took full advantage of Greg and I being too busy to worry about him much. He ate an enormous amount of gumdrops, a handfull of chocolate eyeballs, ice cream, half of Jack's cake (but not his own), 2 Sprites and a half a candle.

Sam's birthday is coming up and will likely be a small affair. First of all, he doesn't have all that many friends. Secondly, he probably wouldn't remember a party if we gave him one. And thirdly, he's eaten enough sweets to last him until he's five, at least.