Superbowl Drama

I admit I'm not much of a football fan.  When I was little I thought the announcers were talking about the "cutie," not the QB.  I don't feel either way about the Seahawks, although if pressed I would say that I like them.  This is better than my feelings towards the Mariners and all their fair weather fans.  Despite my ambivalence, I do own a Seahawks shirt (if only so I can participate in Blue Friday).

My dear friend, Heather, and her daughters, are in town visiting from Nebraska.  It's so nice to have her back.  We started our Superbowl Seahawk weekend with a trip to the nail salon.  I think I found my new nail salon.  A mani-pedi combo that includes hot stones and parafin treatment for $35? Yes, thank you.  Eileen got her nails done to show her Seahawk pride.  The ladies were so sweet and put football and 12 decals on each little tiny nail.

Our friends, Megan and Rocky, came over to watch the game with us.  I was more than willing to help out by holding their one week old infant (my god daughter), Melanie Ann.

So much perfection in one little face.

Heather's daughter, Brooklyn, and Eileen are good friends.  Brooklyn's daddy does not like the Seahawks at all, so she lacked proper Seahawk attire.  Instead I opted to put the girls in matching outfits, which they loved.
                  
Twinsies!

The kids ran around like crazy.  Linus delighted in chasing the girls and roaring at them.  During half time show Dave, Rocky, and Linus played some football in the backyard.

 You're going to have to run faster than that Rocky.

No weekend is complete without a little drama.  While the kids were running around the house, Linus ducked into the bathroom to escape the girls.  Eileen followed close behind.  Unfortunately, her little finger on her right hand got caught in the joint of the door as it closed.  Eileen screamed, we screamed for Linus to open the door,  Seahawks fans screamed on the tv.  It was chaos.  When the door opened and Eileen's hand was free, her finger was grossly mis-shapen and bleeding.  Eileen kept alternating between crying "Wah" and "I want it to blow back up."  Luckily, our friend Rocky is a nurse.  He quickly jumped into action and used frozen peas to ice her hand.  Eileen eventually calmed down and we got to watch the Seahawks blow the game at the one yard line.  Oh the humanity!

The girls randomly had the same jammies so it was twinsies once more for bed.

In the morning Eileen woke up with a raging case of pink eye.  While at the doctor, I figured I might as well have him look at the finger.  She was shaking with fear as they took off the bandaid.  Eileen got her wish and her finger did blow back up and then some.  It was huge!  The doctor was very worried it was broken and more so by the open wound and how angry the finger looked as a whole.  We were sent off to another location for xrays.  The good news is it isn't broken.  The bad news is she has three different antibiotic prescriptions and I get to contend with pink eye.