Saturday June 14, 2008

Worst Part of the Day - We head over to family friends cottage for lovely, child friendly dinner party. There is much for the kiddos to do - sandbox, closet full o' toys, slider door (for SB - heh, heh.) The party begins at 5:30 p.m. and there is much fun with limited meltdowns (two small ones by my child). The appetizers are fab, dinner is fatty divine and the wine (clearly) is flowing for the grandparents. All fine - I like a cocktail as much as the next person. Let loose peeps. The younger peeps (four toddler types, Sister Sarah, Katie and Matt) are all in the front of the cottage watching and helping the toddler types ride bikes and scooters. This is mostly falling to Matt to help (adorably he is a redhead and so shines to IMP who also shows signs of being the redhead type). IMP is up on a toddler scooter and Matt is running him in circles. I remark to Kate "good thing Erik isn't here - he'd FREAK over no helmets." Then the grandparents come out - they are laughing at IMP and SB on the scooter. I put down my beer and give SB a ride. He loves it. Then family friend Grandma decides to give SB a ride. Weeelll - let's just say "don't drink and scoot." Toward the end of the ride it is clear she is not holding the scooter securely. We all kind of start yelling and she falls (with a THUD) and nails her face and the side of SB's head. Blood is GUSHING out of her. The bridge of her nose looks like a prizefighter. She will surely have two black eyes in the mornings. SB has a rather large scrape and bruise on his little head. Kate looks at me (after it's all said and done) and just rolls her eyes. Oh my.

Best Part of the Day - Sister Sarah and I took the kiddos to the pool and it was really nice. SB did like to stand at the deep end and do slow laps around the pool and IMP was a little reckless - but other than that it was fun to chat and have lunch and just watch them play. Nice!
Also had a hilarious game of TV Trivial Pursuit with mom and Sister Sarah. It was dated about 1991 so the questions were all "Arsenio Hall" or "Mary Tyler Moore" or "Some lame-o show from 1961 that lasted one season." But my stomach did hurt from laughing (especially as we would "ding the whimsy" (aka some whimsical chime hanging above my head at the cottage) for each pie piece won.