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I thought I quit.
What? I've been really busy.
Right. So, one month later finds our hero without his cast. He's running around like nothing ever happened, much like he did while the cast was on, really.
I don't know if I would have posted tonight without having the FUNNIEST VIDEO ever to share. I'm not feeling super bloggy lately. Perhaps it's the (mostly) nice weather, or that I am working part time now, and keeping up with the hip kids is so time consuming. I constantly need to sharpen my text-to-english translations, and listen to the intricate details of what happened at the club last night and why. It sounds like I am making fun of them. I am, but only a little, because they deserve it. I truly enjoy working with them though.
We haven't figured out how to manage my time away from the house yet. It seems like we don't have enough time together or enough time to keep the laundry done. I also haven't figured out how to stop adding to our laundry woes by not buying new things with my awesome! discount! Hint: It's not that awesome when it's been abused to the max. I've chalked it up to a steep learning curve, and have resolved to stopityoubigidiot. By you I mean me, of course. There is a lingering disappointment that I remain enamoured of all things material. And that the learning curve has to always be this steep. A fall from that high can kill you, you know?
Good thing that we have plenty of levity: Here is my beautiful, amazing, wonderful and hilarious Rowan. She's making her godmother REAL PROUD.
Johnny sprained his ankle yesterday.
We are doing ice and elevation, tylenol and fervent prayer that there are no breaks to his growth plate. I guess that wouldn't become apparent for 10 days or so. Meanwhile, I am reminding myself that his mobility really changed life in a good, good way. It is hard work to carry him around all day.
Not that he WANTS me to carry him, that I have to pisses him off, really. He hasn't figured out a way to get himself around without hitting a sore spot on the ankle, and it obviously hurts a great deal. It would be funny to watch him try to scootch around if it didn't cause him such pain and frustration. I'm glad it isn't broken, and that he didn't fall in a way that would have caused some other, scarier injury- but it still bites, let's be honest. When we got home from the ER last night, I totally thought he'd wake up and be fine this morning. HAH! He didn't. Do I think he will be magically fine tomorrow morning? Why yes, I do.
SHUT UP. It's called survival. There are only so many books we can read , leap pad buttons we can push, and shows we can sit around and watch. My boy likes to run around. This is hard on him.
A blip, but a hard one. Wish us luck.