Yesterday and Today

I don't think I mentioned this before but my brother and his wife are in town visiting. Unfortunately they leave tomorrow, which seems too soon, but we've had a nice time with them. I think they have enjoyed themselves as well. Why is it that time always flies when you have company in town? Keven Jr. went to his first sleep-over this past weekend. We dropped him off on Saturday afternoon at his friends house then headed over to my parents house for dinner. Isaac surprised us that night by sleeping through the night in his room - ALONE - and to reward him I let him have candy for breakfast. Yesterday we (me, my parents, my brother and his wife) headed west into the mountains to Eleven Mile Canyon. Keven stayed back in the Springs and hung out with Isaac, and headed over to pick up Keven Jr. from his friends house later that afternoon. The weather for our trip was perfect. The start to my day however? Not so much. We stopped at one point to get some gas. I headed into the convenience mart to get coffee and then we hit the road for our final destination. Shortly after we got back on the road, I got a phone call and for some reason I put my scalding hot coffee in between my legs to free up my hands. And yes, I know you are shaking you head at me, wondering why in the world I'd do such a thing because I'm sure you know what I'm about to tell you. I spilled hot coffee all over my lap. And let me just say this: IT WAS HOT. And I burned myself in my nether regions. It stung. I muttered bad things. I writhed and wiggled in my seat. I even unbuttoned my pants at one point to try and ease the sting. And man did I laugh. And my sister in law laughed. And my MOTHER even laughed. As a matter of fact she laughed her fool head off. And I can't blame her because it was funny. The stupidity was funny. The burn part, yeah not really. But I'm okay. I think I'm going to live. And as an extra added bonus? I didn't get any on the car seat at all. GO ME. To make matters worse, later on that afternoon while I was getting out of the car, my pinkie toe reached out to cling on to the door for some reason and let's just say this - I think I broke my pinkie toe. But I'm okay. And yes, I think I'm going to live. I totally know where Isaac gets it from. SERIOUSLY. Oh, and you remember the wild donkeys? Actually they are burrows. I (we) had another run in with them and made friends with them. They like Ritz crackers. Our day trip was followed up by a nice dinner out with everyone (Keven and the boys met up with us to eat) and then we all went our separate ways and called it a night. The boys were completely wiped out by the time we got home and Isaac was so proud of himself because he slept alone in his room the night before that he asked Keven to put his brothers bed back in his own room. For the first time EVER both boys slept in their own beds, in their own rooms FOR THE ENTIRE NIGHT. I however? Slept like crap. GO FIGURE. Today hasn't been much better. I had a particularly crappy day at work however things started to look up at 5PM when I started to head home. All the sunshine and rainbows quickly turned to sour however shortly after we had dinner. The kids were outside riding their bikes and out of nowhere a huge clap of thunder struck and I went outside to round up the kids. Not even five minutes after I got them into the house it started to hail. It started off small (pea sized) and gradually got larger and you guys, I was amazed. It was the biggest hail I've ever seen in my life. All four of us stood outside on the back deck under the overhang to watch it come down. And I laughed my head off at how the hail was bouncing like those 5 cent bouncy balls all over the grass, off the roof....off my finger for like 10 minutes straight. Once it stopped we collected some up and put it in a Ziploc bag. Oh yes we did - it's in my freezer as we speak. And of course I took photos of it. SEE: Pretty big I'd say? And just so you can see actually HOW BIG these little balls of ice were, here is one of those pieces compared to a quarter: Uh huh - TOLD YOU. Then Isaac got stung by a bee THREE TIMES. The end. Oh I won't leave you hanging like that. Isaac was out in the back yard playing with the hail, and throwing it at things and gathering up more by the handfuls when he suddenly started screaming bloody murder. I thought Keven Jr. pelted him with a piece of hail (SORRY KID for blaming you) but as Isaac's screaming didn't subside, I knew something else was wrong. I spotted a yellow jacket on his shirt right near his armpit and immediately sort of freaked. I swatted at the yellow jacket to get it off of him (my attempts were successful and then the bee got squashed to death) and tried to calm Isaac down as best I could and rushed him inside to ice down the sting and give him some Benedryl. He's never been stung before and with all of my crazy allergies I was worried that he'd go into anaphylactic shock so I got him to calm down (when he cries he gets all splotchy and puffy - LIKE ME) and started to look for symptoms of an allergic reaction. It wasn't until we pulled his shirt off that we realized the bee got him three times. We looked for the stinger (never found it) and put some calamine lotion on the three welts and then gave him some M&M's to make him feel better. And then we met up with my Mom and Dad, and my brother and his wife for ice cream. The end. For real this time.