The boys got out of school early. They literally ran home from the bus stop.
Joe spent the day at the airport, only to have his flight cancelled, and eventually his whole trip. (He spent 3 hours on hold Friday night trying to contact the travel agent.)
On Saturday, Joe took the children out to help shovel the sidewalk. Then they played in the snow. It was hard for Spenser to walk, as it was too deep for her and I think her boots were too large for her feet. Poor girl.
Mason and I played "leprechaun." This is Mason's "pot of gold" i.e., gold buttons. He was the leprechaun and I had to chase him for his gold. I chased him right upstairs to his bedroom. When he jumped on his bed, he claimed he was safe. Can the leprechaun really do that?
And Spenser spent most of her weekend eating. And changing her clothes a million gazillion times. When did she become a teenager?
Last night was awful. Some friends from church stopped by, which is always nice. Shortly after they left, I was holding Sawyer on my lap in the family room. Jack came in crying, covering his mouth. It took a minute for me to realize he had thrown up in his hand. I jumped up to open the bathroom door, while getting some on my hand (yuck!). Then I noticed a trail on the carpet. I ran to the laundry room to get a towel. When I noticed a pile on the kitchen floor. Then I heard a thud. Then a loud cry. I ran back into the family room to realize that when I jumped up to open the bathroom door for Jack, I had put Sawyer on the couch ... and he had rolled off. Poor guy. A few minutes later, Joe walks in to announce that he just drilled through a piece of wood and into his finger. He thinks he is going into shock and needs to go to the E.R.
Joe's father took him to the E.R. for me. He came home around 12:30 a.m., with 10 stitches. Joe is going out of town this morning for the rest of the week. Saturday is the boys' pinewood derby. He was trying to finish the boys' cars last night (drilling a hole in the bottom to add lead for weight), so they would be ready for this weekend. That's what he was drilling (Taylor's car) when he decided to drill through his finger. When he came home from the hospital, I heard him drilling again ...