Where Should I Begin?

Oh my there is SO much to catch up on but I don't even know where to start. So let's just find some pictures from way back when and we'll go from there. How 'bout that?

These are from Tuesday, the calm before the storm:




And Dalton who was almost all better:


You've already heard more details than you wanted about Wednesday (the worse birthday EVER) but here is the best picture we could manage of that day:


So, I've also told you how Dalton woke up with a red and puffy eye (his non-clogged tear duct eye) on Thursday. But, he was still happy enough so after applying a warm compress I used the wet washcloth to give him a mohawk:


Future rockstar indeed:


Easton also got a new shirt. When I showed it to him he said, "It's cute." Goober:


That afternoon we met up with Jason at Red Robin to get my free birthday burger. Easton wanted to bring his cowboy hat which was fine with me so I don't remember why he got so sad here:

I still like the picture of the crying cowboy for some reason. Poor kid still isn't 100%. No one around here is yet.

Saturday we went out to Atlanta Bread Company for some breakfast. Then Jason had some "me time" here at home in the basement. I can't imagine wanting to stick around the house during "me time" but that's probably because he spends way less time here than I do. Anyhoo...

Sunday the boys played pirates:




This one cracks me up because of the look on Easton's face towards Dalton as he's about to brandish the Tato Head sword:


After naps and all my mom and Lauren came up (as previously mentioned) so Jason and I could go to my favorite restaurant, The Melting Pot, for my belated birthday dinner. The bonus about going on a day other than my birthday was that we got to use a coupon. They sent a coupon where you get a percentage equal to your age off the meal. But it's only valid Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday...not Wednesday like my birthday was on. And I'm a stickler for wanting to celebrate holidays on their actual day...my birthday included. Don't know why. But that's how I prefer it.

Anyway, here we are before we left:


Easton kind of had a hard time when we first left. Still not feeling his best and still somewhat traumatized from the daycare experience, I'm sure. He finally came around a little when they went out to do sidewalk chalk and my mom drew a picture of J and I at our restaurant. Then E stopped crying. He even rode (got pushed on) his tricycle to Sonic for ice cream. Dalton just slept a bunch. He prefers to do his sleeping during the day, it seems. Not really. He doesn't like to sleep much period. Not long, quality, restorative sleeps, anyway. But I already said all that in the last post.

So, as we were driving to dinner I said, "Man, my contact is bugging me. It's all cloudy." And my eye was minorly goopy. Minorly. When we got home I took out my contacts and things were still cloudy. Before I went to bed I decided "Oh crap! I have pinkeye!" because it progressed very rapidly. I woke up somewhat like this:

Once I could get it open, that is.

Dalton and I have appointments this afternoon. I'm gonna have to have her look at my throat. And of course, D's eyes seem better right now. I haven't cleaned them at all today, poor kid. But, I wanted her to have undeniable proof that things are amiss. His eye was better on Friday too but was icky over the weekend so he can't be trusted. His eye can't, anyway. Here's D man doing his best Dr. Evil, "One million dollars":


And sticking out his tongue like he likes to do:


You don't have to look too hard to see his crusty eyes in those. I feel bad for not cleaning them today. He hates it anyway so he's probably happy.

Now they're napping and we'll leave pretty soon for the doctor. Can't wait.