Today is Quinn’s sixth birthday! The little guy who made me a mom is one amazing boy. It also happened to be his golden birthday, but there were no “Pinterest” worthy parties. We did have my family over for the Badger game to celebrate.
We went a whole different route celebrating this year and booked a room at a waterpark.
Fun was had all around and it was such a wonderful way to spend time as a family. Phones and water do not mix well, so other then intentionally trying to capture a few pics and videos on day 2, we were hands off.
We checked in on Sunday, after Quinn’s soccer game. After hours of waterpark fun, we grabbed dinner and hit the arcade.
The following day, Quinn’s actual birthday–we intended on staying and playing for as long as it was fun. We got a good three hours of fun in before our perfect record was broken.
We made it SIX years as parents without needing stitches. It was a good run and I hope we make it another six plus.
Eleanor made a “friend” and while she was trying to keep up with her, she missed a step and landed on her chin. I’m a lightweight, so when I saw blood, I passed her off to daddy. Daddy checked her out and took her over to the first aid station. They bandaged her up and she was back at it.
Then I noticed the blood coming through the bandage so I took her back to the first aid station. They officially recommended stitches and that was the end of our waterpark fun.
I felt awful that Eleanor was hurt and most likely needed stitches and I also felt horrible that Quinn’s birthday celebration was getting cut short. When I explained to Quinn that Eleanor’s cut was deep and she might need stitches, he cried. He is such a sensitive soul. Eleanor comforted him and told him she would be fine. Thankfully, my mom left work early to watch Hudson and my little brother took Quinn to the movies. This allowed me and Ross to be with Eleanor–guilt free. My brother and his wife even stopped over my parents’ house with their little one to help keep them entertained.
Lets just say that it is a good thing that our first trip was with Eleanor–that girl is one tough cookie.
Once upon a time I needed stitches. I actually have stitches on my chin from passing out, so now Eleanor and I can have matching scars. That isn’t the first time for me though. The first time I got stitches, it was on my butt.
I was visiting a cabin on the lake and we had been going down this old metal slide into the lake. I was probably about 10 years old. This particular time, I went down the slide in a sort of squatting position with my knees tucked into my chest. There was an old, rusty screw sticking out of the slide and it was angled just perfectly to dig into my but cheek as I went down the slide and tear a chunk out.
I felt it, but it still didn’t register. Then I tried to wash the “leaf” that was stuck to my butt off in the water. I quickly realized it wasn’t a leaf, but a flap of skin. At this point I started panicking. Like hyperventilating/panicking. I did that the whole way to the ER and through the entire time it took to sew me up. There was layers of stitches, so it was a while.
If you are laying on your stomach, panicking, your butt shakes. I wasn’t the easiest patient to work on.
So imagine my surprise as Eleanor lays there while they stitch her up!
She did not get that from her momma!
We finished the night with his birthday present and one more round of Happy Birthday!
This is one of those days where I become acutely aware of how wonderful my children and family are. The day didn’t go quite as planned, but there was no whining or complaining and everyone pitched in to make sure that everyone got what they needed.
We ended the night curled up with one of his Birthday presents. We read two chapters, because he begged for another one and it IS his birthday after all.
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