We had been at the party for all of ten minutes before my crazy ruffian of children started to wrestle. And during said wrestling match, Griffin ran into the fray with a plastic horn in his mouth. The plastic horn got shoved into the top of his mouth and made a nice giant sized hole.
Oh the blood. There was a whole lot of blood.
Unfortunately, Chris had just left with our host Tony to grab our pizza. That left me with our other host, our sweet friend Justine, to deal with all the blood and all the screaming.
My screaming. Not Griffin's.
Yes. I did not deal with the giant hole, oh so much blood, situation too well. Instead of dealing with the blood or comforting Griffin, I clutched Griffin to me and started to scream at my other two children for roughhousing. As this was a side of me that had never been exposed to our host, let's just hope we get invited back to their house. Odds may not be good.
We got the blood cleaned up and thankfully, shortly thereafter, our dear friends PJ and Danielle arrived. Dr. PJ checked out Griffin's mouth, conferred with a fellow medical friend via phone, and told me Griffin would, indeed, live to see another day. (And eat solid food.) Our hosts promptly made me a very big cosmo and kept it very full for the rest of the evening.
Happy New Year to me.
Griffin has loved having a giant hole in his mouth and has regaled anyone and everyone with the story. Good times.
Otherwise, the evening was lovely. We told the kiddies that ten pm was actually midnight. (Liar, liar, pants on fire.) And after a throwdown of a pillow fight, did a huge ball drop to celebrate.
After my hoarder kids had shoved half the balloons into the car for home, we were home and in bed by 10:45. That's my kind of night out. (Yes, I am not as much fun as I like to think I am.)
We spent New Year's Day in our pjs. It was a day of reading, watching movies, playing games and well, nothing. A whole lot of nothing. It was a perfect beginning to the new year.
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