Birthday

We celebrated the birthday babies the night before heading back to Florida.  Davis does not like cake, and Isla did not like the candles.  Good times.

 

 Just a little wrestling match on our layover in Atlanta.  Grant and I were trying not to laugh as they kept bumping into people, but hey, they were keeping themselves entertained, so whatev.  We just kept saying, "whose kids are those?!"  ;)

 

 On the night of Davis' birthday, he was playing in his room by the window and slipped and hit his eyebrow on the ledge under the window.  It's a marble slab. so it cut it open pretty bad.  So he and I spent the evening in urgent care.  (Last year he had the flu on his bday...poor guy!)  I asked for a sedative for him, but they told me (after already waiting an hour), that they didn't have anything, but I could take him to the hospital if I wanted to.  Ugh...seriously?!  So 3 men had to hold him down while he was swaddled in a sheet with his arms down while the doc stitched him up.  It was so sad!    Right as the doc was about to finish, he finally screamed himself to sleep.  The guys were seriously sweating when they were done, and kept saying how strong he is.  Poor guy.  Hopefully next year he'll have a better birthday!  It's already bad enough that his birthday is right after Christmas!