So my birthday yesterday...

It started out lovely.

Being that it was a Thursday, Emma, Chloe, and I walked Logan to his room and then put in our volunteer hours at his school library.  (I shelve while the girls dust.)  We came home mid-morning and as I was gathering the ingredients for the night's crock pot dinner, I realized I was missing a couple of things.  So the girls and I ran to the store and returned to find my mom on the front porch with coffee and my very favorite cinnamon stick cookies.

Yum.

We visited all morning and I went to pick Logan up that afternoon.  Then I was then treated to lunch by my friend Jessica.  We came home and I opened my present from her, which included Oregon Trail for the Wii.  I was playing that when I asked Logan to take his PJ top upstairs.  (He was so tired that he forgot to take it off that morning and had worn it all day under his shirt.)

And that's when the pleasantries of the day ended.

I'm not even sure what happened other than he fell up our hardwood stairs.  There was lots of blood and lots of tears.  After he finally calmed down (i.e. fell asleep in my lap), I took him upstairs to his room, but was feeling a bit paranoid since, despite not finding any bumps, I didn't know for sure whether he had bumped his head.  So I woke him up and eventually brought him back downstairs to eat dinner.  While he was eating I snapped a photo with my phone for Andy to see and that's when I could see that his nose was crooked.

So to the ER we went.  (Thank you, thank you, thank you Jessica for staying until Andy got home so I didn't have to drag the girls with me as well.)  Three x-rays, one CT scan, and five hours later we found out for sure that he had broke his nose.  We have to wait for the swelling to go down and have an appointment with the ENT Monday to find out what we're going to do next.

Sad side note:  the ER doctor offered Logan a popsicle but he was afraid to eat it because last time he was at the hospital and had a popsicle, he threw up.  I explained to him that that was the medicine he had had, not the popsicle, but now I'm afraid he'll have to have that "medicine" again.

Here's my boy.  It's kind of hard to tell whether anything is amiss, but we do have that CT-scan as proof:

The break (and swelling) is on the left side (right side in the above).  He's still not complaining at all about it hurting, thank goodness, although his chapped lips are pretty good evidence that he's having trouble breathing through it.

Ah.  Motherhood.  It really does change everything, even birthdays!