Friday, June 4, 2010


Two weeks in a fiberglass cast was enough for me.

Well, make that one week. One week for the first cast. See, turns out you’re NOT supposed to stick things down there in the event it itches. The Doc kind of frowns on that. So let’s say your leg is itching and you stick, I don’t know, a mixing spoon down there. Now you got yourself a problem because all of the gauze is bunched up and pulled away from the casting, and then the ortho nurse and cast tech laugh when they take off your cast and see what you have done, creating indentations into your skin and effecting your circulation. So that first cast came off, and a new one went on.

And another week on crutches with the new one, and this week I sweet talked the doctor into putting me back in my walking boot. Really, just out of convenience. It’s too hard for me to take a bath, be with the kids on crutches and generally just live my life. So the boot is back, and I have to say, I am thankful.

Four weeks in this plastic thing and I’m planning to be back to my old self, and auditioning for Dancing with the Stars.

And in the time I’ve been down, I’ve learned to SLOW DOWN. I move to fast and to be incapacitated forces you to take a break, not accomplish 42 things in one minute and ask for help when you need it. But what can I say? I’m a wife/mom/daughter/sister/friend/neighbor et al. That’s how I roll. Too many things to do, and there is no time for broken bones.

So one surgery with one plate, five screws, two casts and one walking boot later, on June 30 I will be doing cartwheels in my front yard, celebrating my good health.

And hopefully, I won’t slip.

Memorial Day 2010

It was hot. We listened to the Greatest Spectacle in Racing, grilled out, swam at the pool (well, I sat by the pool) and took a boat ride.

The Boy had his own private pool and nearby cabana. (Note: the sign says, “no girls allowed.”)

Then later, he made an exception.

("My mom is the only one" complete with a photo of me)
Mimi made snowcones.

His brother experienced the heat of summer with his head full of curls, and I couldn’t help but try out pigtails on my beautiful baby boy.

And he’ll kill me for this one day, but I’m okay with that.