Today we spent the afternoon at Uncle Greg's house. He had a BBQ to celebrate his 37th (not really) birthday!His house is a favorite of my boys because: 1. He is a ton of fun to play with. 2. He has lots of fun toys, including worker trucks and fancy hotwheel tracks, and 3. He's okay with whatever they want to do, even if it involves them getting way dirty!
Today was no different. By the time it was time to eat their hands and shirts were so gross with dirt. I tried to wash them off, but I wasn't very successful. I didn't want them touching any of my food, but they didn't seem to be bothered.
As soon as Henry sat down to eat, his nose started bleeding horribly--a lot of blood and it was coming fast. Lucas has had a few nose bleeds, but never Henry. We couldn't get it to stop bleeding and he was really hungry. I told him if he got his hot dog ready, I would pull the towel away so that he could take a quick bite. It sounded like a good plan. He ended up with blood on his bun. Isn't that gross? We tried it again with his drink. Again, blood all in his bottle. He wasn't grossed out the least bit by his blood contaminated meal. I was!
I was on the verge of taking him to the doctor, but then Cathy finally got it stopped with a cold compress made up of a washcloth wrapped around one of those frozen ice treats that are in the plastic sleeves. I have no idea what they are really called, but they were a childhood staple when I was little. Anyway, as soon as the blood stopped he wanted to eat the frozen part of his compress--the ice thing. That really grossed me out, but it was just delicious to HJ. Kids really are gross!
By the time we left, the boys were dirty messes from head to toe, but Henry survived his first nose bleed like a champ, their bellies were full of cupcakes and ice cream, and, best of all, they ready for a quick shower and some lovely quiet time!
