Take me out to the ball game…

My dad invited all of the Rose family to a Dust Devils game tonight.

It started with free food… all you can eat hot dogs, hamburgers, chicken sandwiches, salads, chips and drinks. Dan totally took advantage of the “all you can eat” part of dinner tonight by downing 3 hot dogs, 2 burgers, 2 plates of salad, 8 drinks, and a bag of chips. Oh yeah, and a snow cone and doughnuts came soon after for dessert . The kids had a good time watching the game but the funnest part for them was hanging out with all of their cousins.

They got a kick out of these guys below. They came running out on the field and threw down some wicked break dance moves. They could flip over, spin on their heads, and twist around on one arm. The kids all had a pretty good laugh.

Here’s Kayleb and Whitney “romantically” feeding each other a snow cone :)

Kayleb and Whitney with Hudson “The Chaperone” Ostler.

The kids got in a little batting practice of their own.

Can’t forget the snow cones and home made mini doughnuts.

We ended our night with the boys stripping down to participate in the Cotton Eye Joe song. Anyone who doesn’t know the significance here needs to take their kids to a hockey or baseball game to see what kind of celebration starts up when that tune starts thumping. :) It’s pretty funny, and our kids never want to be left out. Alaina, Hailey and I opted out of this ritual tonight. Maybe next time. We’ll see :)

Now I know what your thinking… that must be the end to our awesome day. It’s 10:30 at night, time to get the kids home and in bed, wind down, and call it a day.

Well that’s exactly what we started to do. We went home, got the kids in P.J’s, read scripture and said prayers, and then right as the kids were racing off to bed. (And I do mean RACING) I thought to myself man… it’s only 11:00pm, the night is still young what a better way to spend the rest of our Friday night then…………. To make a trip to the EMERGENCY ROOM.

A trip to the Emergency Room

We were heading to bed after a long and fun evening when out of the blue we heard the crashing of little bodies thumping against the hallway walls and the shriek of someone who was now in pain after the fall.

I spun around to witness blood gushing from Ky’s head like a fountain.

Come to find out, Ky had fallen at full speed running down the hall into the corner of the wall connecting his eyebrow and forehead with the metal corner padded only by a 1/8 inch coating of texture and paint.

Any guesses who one that fight?

It was deep and wide. It was obvious that a band aid wasn’t going to fix this problem. This cut had stitches written all over it.

We cleaned off the wound and put some gauze on it, then zipped over to the emergency room to get it sewn up.

Ky was in quickly and the doc’s were quick to get him taken care of. When the Doctor came in and explained how the lidocaine was going to burn when he put the needle in his skin, Ky gritted his teeth and prepared for what was coming. After a few tears, our brave little boy surfaced the victor. He was numb, and still living.

The doc (and a few uncles and grandpas) tell him that he is now officially in the “man club” as a result of going through that right of passage.

The stitches didn’t hurt thanks to the lidocaine. But due to the 5 day healing period Ky had to forfeit this weeks swim lessons so as not to get the stitches wet. Too Bad Ky!! Maybe next time you’ll walk to bed and avoid all the ciaos. :)

Ky’s big cut. OUCH!

Ky taking his mind off his situation with a little DS.

Phoning home with an update.

Ky’s “MAN CLUB” picture.

This is what Ky looked like coming home from getting stitches. Can anyone say Frankenstein?

Because it didn’t look all clean and pretty I wondered if these were the ER doctor’s first set of stitches or if it was really suppose to look like this.

By the next day Ky was looking and feeling much better. I’m pretty sure he’ll get to keep that sweet manly scar but I’ll still be lathering him up with vitamin E for the next month or so :)

Updated Pic: He’s looking pretty good now,  a week after taking the stitches out.