an eye story

Colin has had a bit of a rough week. Last Sunday he was in nursery, being a little crazy, and he fell and hit his nose on a chair. It swelled up and started to bruise a bit. He was sad. Last Monday he was at home, being a little crazy, and he fell and hit his face just below his eye on the bottom of his bed. He was very sad. Then on Wednesday he was at home, being a little crazy, when he fell in the hallway, rolled, and smacked his head on the floor. He was sad. I'm guessing he is either destined to be a terrible klutz, or he is going through a growth spurt and is a little clumsy right now.

This was taken Tuesday morning when he woke up. I would have taken a picture Monday night, but it was too traumatic. I had to let him watch a show and snuggle with me just so I could put an ice pack on his face for a while.

Later on Tuesday. It was really hard to get good pictures thanks to crappy lighting and flash.

He rediscovered his Princess Unicorn, and he was playing cowboys with it.

Then the kids were just being adorable playing in my laundry bins. Naturally they were incapable of smiling and looking at the camera at the same time.

This is later in the week. Colin is funny. He keeps getting super excited when I want to take a picture of his eye. He also loves to tell people what color it is.

And here's tonight, almost a week later. It's more green than anything now.

Ethan gave his homecoming talk in church today. He did a great job. One of the best returned missionary talks I've ever heard. My contribution to the festivities after church was the dessert. I made approximately 167 mini cupcakes. It took a long time. I also tried making cake bites for the first time—about 4 or 5 dozen. They must have turned out well, because they were gone almost instantly. Nate snuck a few, put them in a baggie, and hid them away to eat them tonight. They were pretty easy to make, just time consuming, or I would have made more of those too. We played the Game of Things with Ethan and his friends, and it was fun. I tried to tell the boys to remember that it's Sunday and to keep it calm, and then I wrote down something about b****—slapping the Pope, so there you go.

Also, today is Granny's birthday, and we love her.