whoooooops!

Yesterday was an interesting day. We went to Costco since our fridge/cupboards seriously outrank Old Mother Hubbard. After compiling a cart FULL of food, Brick was helping me unload onto the conveyor belt thingy. When he set down the container of salsa it somehow exploded all over him. I don't know if it already had a crack in it, or if he caused it with the gentle (not) way he handles things. Nevertheless, he was covered in red, chunky salsa from his chin to his belly and not very happy about it. The cashier helped wipe him down with a paper towel and I promised further cleaning when we got out to the car. Although this was an empty promise since the wipes in the car were frozen solid! When we got home he was pretty much dry and refused to take off his superman shirt. What's a little dry salsa splash, when you have superman duties to attend to?

Last night we had a church Christmas party. We had been at the church for approximately 1 minute and I was dropping off my potato dish in the kitchen. I walked out of the kitchen to find Proto tearing up in the hallway with a MAMMOTH sized goose egg on his forehead. He was the unfortunate victim of a hit and run collision with another child who was running like a mad man through the hallways. It turned all shades of black and blue and was probably the biggest goose egg I have ever seen! He is lots better this morning, the swelling is almost gone and it's only a light shade of bruise. Oh yeah, the party was fun and the food was yummy.