Ro-man had a piece of metal the size of a grain of sand removed from his eye yesterday. That was after spending 2 hours at Quick Care then 6.5 hours in the E.R. only for them to tell us that the ophthamologist on call wouldn't be coming in, but we should go to his office on Saturday. So Rowan and I went on Saturday and found out that the ophthamologist was expecting a 25-year-old guy. Soooo...faced with the option of an in-office attempt or going back to the E.R. and hoping that a pediatric ophthamologist would come in on a Saturday (yeah, right), I opted for the in-office. It wasn't fun, but he got it out and other than being a little swollen, Ro-man seems to be OK.

Today we went to the beach. BRRRR! We had a blast playing in the seaweed and the rocks.