The Pirate Party

No secret this has been a really hard month for us. But the Lord is faithful and life is calmer (at least today!) and so I'm going to try to catch up on blogging a bit.... We did have some fun moments this past month.

Like the Pirate Party.... held to welcome back our co-worker's 22 month old son. He was med-evaced out of country when he started losing control of his eye ball... literally could not move it. Turns out it was a really weird virus attacking the muscles around the eye ball. Yes, life is that crazy here.

Part of his treatment is wearing an eye patch for the next month. So we all got together and made a Pirate Party to welcome him back and show some empathy. :) The party was thrown together in about 30 minutes (Frantic call from Ryan, our co-worker, "Our kids said you were doing a Pirate Party today? Is that true?" Recalling an off-handed comment I had made to all the kids earlier the day before: "We should do a Pirate Party and all wear eye patches when Logan gets home!" So, of course, we have to do the Pirate Party.) 

There were Sharpie marker tattoos, courtesy of Uncle Ryan, because everyone knows all pirates have tattoos.  

There were cardboard swords. Because the best part of being a pirate is having a sword. 

And there were cloth scrap hats and eye patches.... because the whole point of the party was wearing the patches. :)

After everyone was decked out, we went outside to hunt pirate treasure (popcorn and Skittles) and to fight with swords. Logan, the star of the show and 4th from the left below, was a bit out of it from the 14 hour flight back and the previous 5 days of tests and poking and prodding. But he liked the popcorn. :) 

It would have been a perfect evening after a very stressful week, but right in the middle of the party I got a call from a new missionary gal whose husband was in a tribe at the moment. She had been in a motorcycle accident with her 2 little bitty boys. Brant and Ryan dropped the party and hurried out to help her (in another town 45 minutes away!) and that evening we ended up baby-sitting scraped and bruised little boys while she was taken to the hospital for x-rays. (Broken elbow.)

Arrgghhhhh.