Happy Knucklehead's Day
OK. I know I'm a week and a day late for wishing fathers everywhere a Happy Knucklehead's Day, but it is sincere nonetheless. I would normally wish all those fathers a Happy Father's Day, but as we sat in church and Jason starts moving the sacrament tray around so that Clark can't take a piece of bread I thought to myself Knucklehead's Day seemed more appropriate.
Your Should Have Seen the Other Guy...
Maybe it goes along with Knucklehead's Day or maybe it doesn't. Last Saturday I left Jason at home with the boys and went shopping with my mom. We weren't gone long, but when I came back, Kent was very upset and kept scratching at his forehead. I pulled him out of the sandbox and put some bug spray on him so that we could go back outside. I knew he had a few mosquito bites, but I never would have imagined this...
When he woke up on Monday and his eye was worse than Sunday I decided to call the doctor. They gave me a safe Benadryl dose and his eye started clearing up. By Tuesday he was almost normal. Poor guy.
Yesterday we had a little family reunion with some of Jason's extended family. It was a great time. I don't have the full family picture, but I have some snapshots of the boys. Neither of them liked the water. I think it was too cold for Kent and Clark didn't like that he couldn't touch the bottom.
My Son the Red Hulk
Just in case you were wondering...it only takes 2 minutes for a complete transformation. Shame on me for having to use the bathroom.