I am posting much later than the actual events occurred because I want this in my future book.
I took my camera to our family reunion for Daddy's side but I forgot to take any pictures. It was really fun to see everyone. We left on August 7th and came home later the 8th. For daddy's birthday we celebrated at Lagoon. We love Lagoon. I know I am cheesy to dress us all in the same color, but it is fun for me and it helps me to see my group. Uncle Ry, Auntie Lisha, Gracie, Grandma and Grandpa, Auntie Pres and Auntie Ave also joined
us. Because of being so late in my pregnancy and Gator not being able to ride any coasters or big rides I took him to do all the little kid rides. He rode the bumper cars about 7 times. I think they were his favorite.
I had the camera so I mostly took pictures of Gator. Plus his rides I could actually see him on instead of a gi-hungus blur.
Ry and Gracie had so much fun together. They were both the perfect height to ride all the rides. Ry tried everything except the Spider. She tried Wicked and Colossus.....Everything that we had time for. The water at Lagoona Beach was really cold. I made sure to stop and check Gators sats at first aid when we first got there, he was doing really well till we hit the water. He was so blue after five minutes it wasn't even fun for him. So we spent five minutes in and five out... The nurse from first aid watched us and even commented on how blue he was, telling me that if we needed it we could go back and get wool blankets and oxygen.
I was sure we would end up going if he didn't turn back to pinkie-blue after he warmed up a little.
I was glad to have all the family come. It was nice for everyone to have someone to go on rides with.
So Gator's case of injury didn't stop, or should I say hasn't stopped since we have been home from heart camp.... I bet you are wondering what this little picture entails. On Tues the 17th I was working on a client. (One of my last colors till the baby is here... I just can't stand that long.) Ry was off with Gracie who we loved having in town from Mass. I told Gator he could go out in our backyard to play because we have it almost kid proof. It is all the way fenced in, it has grates over the window wells, and it is typically free from crazy things that might make you worry. Anyway... He starts screaming bloody-gut-murder and I hobble/run out the door but I can't find him. He is running around like a little mad man, finally I am screaming "I can't find you, I can't see you!" As he comes around the side of the house. I scoop him up and try to see what is wrong. There isn't any blood anywhere and he looks like he hasn't sustained any bruising... I asked him what happened and all he can tell me is "BEES"... I asked him where, by this time we are back in the house... He shows me his little hands and now I can see them slowly ballooning up. I take him back to the bathroom to our first aid kit because I can vaguely remember that there is sting relief swabs in it somewhere. I thought at first there was just one big sting. I begin to count 3 no 6; at final count 7 stings... The poor little guy had no idea that those mean suckers had built a nest right under the ledge of the slide. I wasn't sure how many stings to worry about so I called poison control. This is the second time I had to call those guys for Gator. They told me to mark the stings and watch them, but 20 stings is usually the worrisome point. I made sure I could give him some Benadryl that would be an okay dosing for his weight and other meds (considering all I had in my cabinet was for 6 years and older). Those guys are pretty great cause they call back in about an hour to see how things are and then in 36 hours to see if there any new symptoms.... He completely terrified of bees and WAS afraid of flies, until we explained that flies don't sting. Gator told me he wanted to send the bees to the moon. Three days later he fell on his nose and scraped that, three more days later he was running without watching and face planted into the sidewalk creating a gi-hungus goose-egg on his forehead. Three more days later he was wrapped snugly up in his towel and tripped on the towel on the floor that catches all the tub slosh, only to hit the spot right where the carpet and the tile come together and scrape up his other cheek. He looks abused. I feel like wrapping him in bubble wrap. Good thing he smiles and keeps on going. Some say he is all boy, others say he is mischief waiting to happen..... I say.... this might all cause brain damage... Where can I get one of those giant bubbles to put him in.... HA! 
