Well, he’s back, but he’s got a cast, because he broke his hawx, which is like our ankle. It’ll be about 4 more weeks before he can take it off (and, consequently, before we can give him a bath… uggggh).
See how Clawed rawx the hawx after the jump. Continue reading
Today I’ve had a hard time concentrating… and as a Wednesday, particularly when Women’s Press goes to press next Wednesday, this is not a good time to be distracted.
This morning, Nicole and I returned from walking Apollo to find Clawed sitting calmly on our front porch. Now, this was weird because we don’t let him outside. Turns out that he pushed open the screen from our bedroom window and fell about 7 feet onto asphalt. Long story short, he fractured his hawx, which is roughly equivalent to your ankle. He’s going to be under wrap for a couple weeks, and he’s spending the night at the hospital.
I guess I’m just overly sensitive, but this sort of thing scares the hell out of me. What’s going to happen down the road when I’m a father?
Get well, Clawed.
On Saturday Nicole and I had the distinct pleasure of attending Steve and Sarah’s wedding. It was beautiful, and after seeing the two of them together a couple of times in the last year and a half or so, it’s completely apparent that they are a great couple.
In case they didn’t get enough of this at their wedding, I just wanted to wish them a blessed and beautiful life together. One of jokes, laughs and awesome.