Wednesday was a crazy day for us all. I packed up the kiddos early in the morning and drove to Sterling for a Dr appointment. We left early to get some shopping in. Our first stop was an amazing yarn store, Fiber Space, that mainly specialized in natural fiber yarns. I think I actually drooled over some of the yarn. I found a yarn that matched Amelia's Birthday outfit perfectly! Next stop was a little fabric store for some trim, button covers, and snaps. By then it was nearly noon so we had a long lunch at Burger King where Amelia played for a good hour. She and Phillip melted in Walmart (why does that always happen in Walmart?) soon after we walked in. I stocked up on a couple items our store does not carry. We played at a little park for an hour right before Phillip's appointment. I nearly left once a strange man dress as Michael Jackson started dancing in the parking lot. Luckily, a couple fire trucks chased him away.
I am very sad to note that Phillip's procedure was not successful. His right eye is very goopy and runny all the time. He is squinting out of that eye more and more as time passes. The Dr and nurse took him into another room, strapped him into a swaddling board, then two nurses held his head while another nurse pried open his eye. The Dr then threaded a thin metal tube into his upper then lower tear ducts. His upper duct is fine. The Dr was unable to puncture the lower duct, which would allow his eye goup to drain into his sinuses and nasal passages. The Dr said that Phillip has a lot of bone build up in the area his duct should drain. The next step is to wait a month and see if the duct clears up. If not we are to see a pediatric Dr (again) and have a full blown procedure complete with a scope, anesthesia, and possible corrective surgery. Poor kid will either have a goopy pirate eye or we will get it taken care of. I was not so happy driving home. We practically met the missionaries at the door coming over for dinner. I popped in a couple Papa Murphy's pizzas, thanks to Sterling, for dinner and whipped up a salad. Soon after our dinner all the YW in my ward showed up for their mutual night. We had a little lesson on photography then practiced poses and lighting on the girls in my little studio. It was fun! Some of the girls were total hams.
Thursday morning Mia went to play with Ella for a couple hours. I finished her princess dresses and cleaned up my mess. Nan and Susan came over after lunch laden with balloons, candy, and a cake for Amelia. Nan and Susan are our real estate agents. Susan is also Justin's bosses wife. Amelia was thrilled with her balloons. She ate a quarter of the cake, rather frosting for lunch. She sang "Happy Birthday to Amelia" while eating her cake and clutching her balloons. I caught her introducing the Princess balloon to the star balloon in a high pitched voice.
During piano lessons Amelia decided to take a walk outside...with her favorite Princess balloon. I warned her not to take the balloon outside, hum, she did not heed my warning. I heard a wail and worried exclamation after a couple minutes. I ran outside to catch a passing glimpse of the balloon racing into the Western sky. The look on her face was pure shock and utter sadness. She had the biggest collection of tears and sobs once she realized the balloon was gone. Honestly, I've never seen her cry like that. It was heart breaking. She called Daddy and could barely tell him what happened. So the sucker I am, we went on a search for a new Princess balloon. We found one at a local floral shop. This time we tied the balloon to a nice heavy rock. Amelia would not even get out of the car, inside the garage for fear of her balloon flying away. That experience was trauma drama.
Bruce and Diana arrived at our home early Friday afternoon for a short visit. They flew in from Virginia to Denver then drove here. Their trip coincidentally included Amelia's birthday today. Bruce took Phillip from me soon after walking him. He bribed him with an Oreo cookie. After Phillip's last experience with the Dr, he was very reluctant to leave me! Even an Oreo would not persuade him. By evening Bruce and Diana had his trust and amusement. Amelia immediately started talking their legs off. She showed them her dancing, her piano playing, her coloring, her vocabulary, and every trick that came to mind. We made a short visit to Justin at work then went to Walmart for my weekly grocery run. I made taco salad for dinner with Cafe Rio creamy tomatillo dressing. Yum!
Saturday we had a late breakfast at "Our Place" a local restaurant. The weather was cold, rainy, and WINDY. Yuck! Still we made an excursion to Cabela's to wander around and dream of stuff to acquire. Amelia sat in front of my cart and wheeled the cart around with her legs doing the walking. It is hard to explain, but she would sit and walk her legs propelling the cart. It nearly looked like the cart was moving itself. Amelia and I mixed and baked her birthday cake(s). It took three cakes to build a cake tall enough for our Princess doll. The largest layer was baked in a pyrex mixing bowl, then two round layers. While figuring out dinner plans I had to turn the oven off and on twice. The cakes ended up being very solid, sort of like dense fudge brownies. It worked great for holding a doll. Amelia was a little cranky so she went into her room...and fell asleep at 5 pm. I sent everyone out to Cabela's to check on the little cafe there. They closed down the good food part after lunch so we went to dinner at Buffalo Point. Amelia took a while to wake up and overcome her crankies. Phillip enjoyed gnawing on a dinner roll. Amelia did a pretty good job eating a helping of spaghetti. Our family sure is fun to hang out with! We love visitors.
With tons of encouragement and well-wishing I made my first Princess cake. Once the kids were in bed I stayed up until midnight making frosting and then decorating the cake. I decided the star tip is easiest to use so the cake has a lot of stars. I nearly panicked after putting the doll in the cake because the cake split apart. The wise words of my mother soothed me: frosting covers a multitude of mistakes (sins?). Har de har. There was enough left over frosting for a cupcake. I decorated it and left it for Amelia to find on her birthday morning. We love frosting for breakfast!