What an effin' day!! *Photo Heavy*

If someone asks me how I spent my Sunday.... this is what I would show them!


Morning Cuddles!


Then off to wake up Auntie Emimy



Silly time with Mommy and Daddy



Mmmmm breakfast!


"Lets rock Daddy!"


Then I colored my hair. It is "Espresso" with "midnight blue" bangs


Then we headed to the beach....




We searched for buried treasure



Then....

Mommy and Daddy went boarding while Ava and Emily stayed on the shore. Looking at the sand castle competition.

Trav and I are having a grand time and he yells out "OW!" This is strange because Travis doesnt normally yell OR show pain! I asked if he was ok and he said "no" Which of course scared the shit out of me. I asked what was wrong, he said something about being cut by a shark. I flip out of course. Then he tells me SHARP not SHARK. Ooooh! Well either way we should get out of the water (Living by mexico = fucking GROSS water!)

We get to the beach and there is blood EVERYWHERE! I go to the lifeguard station and they run over to check him out. They say that he has been stung by a stingray and he needs to head to the EMT station right away to soak his foot and make sure the paralytic proteins are removed from his foot. Emily is kind enough to take Ava home for us so I can stay with Trav. He soaks his foot and I realize he is ok. So I tell him that I am going to make sure Ava and Emily are OK and I will be back with a towel. Apparently as I am walking out the lifeguard says "He should be done before you get back" I did not hear this part.

I carry our boards back through the crowds of the sandcastle festival. Which is NOT an easy task considering there are a few thousand people within about 10 blocks. I get home and Ava asks if Daddy's Owie is OK. (so sweet) I change out of my sandy clothes and grab my camera and a towel (It was photo journal day!) I get to the first part of the festival and there is a road block. I BEG the sheriff to let me through. I explain that my boyfriend had been stung in the foot by a stingray and needed me to pick him up at the lifeguard station. Being the nice guy that he was.... he escorted me through the crowds.

Imagine this...

A few thousand people, plus street vendors. 1 cop telling everyone to move aside. My brakes are squealing like CRAZY. People are cringing I am totally humiliated. I show up the life guard station and walk to where Trav was. Its an empty room. The lifeguard says "Oh he left like 10 minutes ago" My reaction was sorta like this

*blank face* "Are you fucking kidding me? I got a police escort."

The lifeguard goes back outside and tells the cop that I am not a crazy liar and Trav left. The cop then has to walk me BACK through the street fair. I get home and there is Trav looking at me all happy. I guilt him a little (In a totally loving way) and tell him that I am just glad he is OK. Then he tells me that he is still bleeding.
This is his wrap from the lifeguard station to home. ***DONT LOOK CRISTINA***


This is his foot soaking in the tub.

You can see the swollen and discolored areas. Yuck!

So then it was nappy time for all while I watched a Discovery channel thing on mummys


I then realized that after you color your hair.... you shouldnt go in the ocean! It turns your hair green :( (Im going to re-dye it later)


After today, I did not feel like cooking.



I felt like drinking