A busy one

Well, the last few days were quite a doozy.
Starting Friday we had visitors up from Eugene.
Five of them.
So that is a total of nine people in our shoe box of an apartment.
And you know, it went really well.
So well in fact, that we have already scheduled a follow-up visit.
I love when my sister is here!
It started off with a bang.
We spent Friday night in the E.R.
This little monkey was jumping on my bed, when he whacked his forehead on the headboard and split it wide open.
Being the together mom that I am, I started screaming hysterically and running around frantically wringing my hands.
Britney, however, grabbed Ezra, applied pressure to his wound whilst blood was squirting all over her clothes, and headed straight for the car.
And hour and a half and six stitches later, we made it home.
Ezzy was fine and hasn't really complained of his "owie" since.
Our baby Frankenstein will be good as new on Saturday when Scott removes his stitches.

Luckily, the rest of the weekend was all uphill from there.
Britney threw me a baby shower on Saturday with some of my girlfriends here in Forest Grove.
I have no pictures.
Obviously.
But it was perfect.
All of Britney's events are a smash and this was no exception.
She is so talented, and had some talented help.
Thaaaaaank yooooou (imagine this in a high sing song voice).
Then we spent the remainder of our time just hanging out, staying up late, eating popcorn, and even made a trip to Red Robin (courtesy of a Mother's Day prezzie from my Dad and Heather - thank you - muah!).
Then once the festivities died down, the weekend wrapped up, and everyone split we took a trip to the dentist.
I only have a picture of Ezra during this escapade.
The reason for this is that he was calm.
Ryan was not.
I had Ezra go first because he is too little to think about being nervous.
He sat there contently grinning like a fool and watching Sponge Bob Square Pants.
But once it was Ryan's turn (even though, mind you, she watched Ezzy's whole pain-free appointment) she began hyperventilating and screaming.
Once we closed the door, to avoid scaring anyone else, and I restrained her the cleaning continued.
Then she slowly realized that her panic was unnecessary.
Yeesh, what a drama queen.

And just for good measure, I added this pic of the two maniacs relaxing after their bath right before I put them to bed and then did a celebratory dance.
Made it through another day.
Whew.