Happy Birthday to my Little Dude

It was fourteen years ago today that I gave birth to my little guy.  He was born at home and proudly displayed to trick-or-treaters that very night.  Every minute since then has been filled with adventure, surprise, fun, panic (8 trips to the E.R. and as of yesterday, six broken bones), and lots and lots of love.  I've never met anyone as comfortable in their own skin as this guy is.  His core belief is, "Of course you're gonna like me, I'm pretty darn awesome."  And he's right!  It's the most fun job ever and such an incredible privilege to be his mom.  Thanks for picking me, little dude!!!  I love you, I love you, I love you!

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To Break or Not to Break...That is the Question

And now...the much anticipated conclusion to yesterday's blog. 

I picked the little guy up from school early today.  He managed to talk me into some pity fast food, of course...you know, what with the painful pinky and all.  We drove to the bone-ologist's office, a place he hadn't been to in years, but back then he frequented the joint (Ooh, catch that awesome bone joke?  Thank you very much...I'll be here all night.).  Anyway, as we neared the place, my little guy started giving me directions to the right building.  Yup, he still knew exactly where to go.  We walked in, let them know we were there, and sat down to wait our turn.  Soon enough we were heading to the back.  The man who had done the last six or so of my little guy's casts said, "Hey, welcome back!"

Hmmmmm...is it a good sign when the cast guy recognizes you as a frequent flier?  Seriously, though, we should have a filled up punch card by now.

The doc came in, looked at the x-rays, and declared that darn pinky "fractured".  Yup, this is officially the 6th broken bone for that crazy little dude of mine.  As he already has casts of every color (except pink and purple...whassup with that?!?!), he went for two tone.  And since his birthday is on Halloween, why not celebrate with a fabulous orange and black cast?  Awesome!

So, hope you enjoy your birthday present cast, kiddo...you weren't expecting anything else, were ya?

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Why stop at just five broken bones?

I figure that's surely what my little guy is thinking.  I mean eight emergency room visits, five broken bones, and a life full of clumsy adventure...so, yeah, why stop at just five?  The little dude has been sporting a tape/splint/etc. since Friday when he tripped over air (this has happened a lot) and fell, injuring his pinky.


Little guy on the phone on Friday:  "Mom, can you pick me up from the bus stop?  I hurt my pinky."

Me:  "Why?  You don't need your pinky to walk home, use your legs and feet."

Little guy:  "Pleeeeeease, mom.  It's five times the normal size!!!"

Me:  "OK, but it better look bad."


So how did it look?  Well, maybe "twice its normal size" would have been a more accurate representation of the digit.  And painful, without a doubt.


Me:  "So, I suppose no karate then tonight, eh?"

Little guy:  "No, I'm fine for karate."


OK, so I'm sure you're seeing the not-making-sense part of this as well, right?  Anyway, one karate class, at least five or six hard-core football scrimmages in the front yard, and several wrestling matches later, we're heading to the bone-ologist tomorrow to have it x-rayed and diagnosed.

Tune in tomorrow to hear the latest!

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Tip of the Hat

I did a little grocery shopping yesterday in a store that I'd never been to. I mean I've been to that store, just not that location.  I was wandering down the aisles (why, oh why, do they not design all the same-named stores the same way?), totally lost, looking up at the signs overhead hoping to find the word for what I was looking for, when I turned into an aisle, and almost ran into a gentleman.  He smiled really big, tipped his cowboy hat at me, and insisted that I go first.  Let me just say that even though I'm a strong-willed, independent woman, I seriously love chivalry. 

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Advice...the Good, the Bad, and the Odd

Words of wisdom given to my little guy when we were at a yard sale this morning.


Yard sale guy:  "I've got some advice for you, young man."

Little guy:  "What?"

Yard sale guy:  "When you start dating a young lady, be sure to look at her mom, because that's what she'll end up looking like."

Little guy:  "Um, OK."

Yard sale guy:  "Better yet, only date orphans."

Little guy:  "Oh."


So, the advice was rather odd and uninvited, but on the other hand, he told me my mom must be lovely.  So, I suppose he might be on to something.  Hee hee.

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Cleanliness is next to...well, it might be overrated...maybe

Dave got us new electric toothbrushes today.  This was particularly fabulous because I lost mine several weeks ago and have been sharing with my little guy.  Not the head of it, mind you, bleck!  Just the power part that made the top part shake, rattle, and roll.  Anyway, as I was throwing away the old chargers (as they do not fit the new toothbrushes, of course), Dave commented that I never cleaned mine off.  Really "never" is such a HUGE exaggeration..."very seldom" would be more accurate.  But, gee, it worked fine whether or not I cleaned it, right?  Just like my bed would be just as wonderful to sleep in if I "very seldom" made it...which I'd do if left to my own.  Instead, it gets made very single day.  And, yes, it does look better.  And, yes, the cat hair stays only on the top layer.  And, yes, it makes for a much better surface to fold laundry on.  And, yes, okay, maybe Dave is right about the bed and the toothbrush charger...maybe.

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Officially out of the Clot Zone

I've reached the six month mark since my blood clot was officially deemed "gone".  Six months means that I'm now considered "just fine and dandy" and not to have clots on my worry list any more.  So, yay!!!  Course, with a clot history, I'll have to go through menopause (bring it, already!!!) without the support of any hormone replacement.  I figure that would've been my choice anyway, now I have a life/death reason to back up my choice.

So, yay about being alive...and sorry, Dave, about the emotional roller coaster ride you'll be taking along with me in the coming years (not that I don't already lead you on one daily as it is).

Some of my previous clotty posts...just if you're interested....

Danger, Danger, Will Robinson

Blood is Thicker than Water

Veggies Make Me Feel Naughty

Sup, Bloods?

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