A bit more eventful than even I need…
After I got home from that, I gathered up the boys and we took off for my mom’s house. They did a little fishing…
…a little Chuck E Cheesing with me and Grandee…
…and some Transformers-watching with Larry.
The next day, I got a call from George saying he hurt his ankle the night before. Uh oh. The picture he sent me didn’t look pretty, but I figured it was probably a sprain.
I went to Target to get an ankle brace for him, and remembered it was time for the massive toy sale. Only got one toy for an upcoming birthday party, but what a bargain!
However, by the time we got back home, his ankle had assumed extremely unnatural proportions. He was reluctant to get it checked out, based on his consultation with Dr. Google. But I pulled the wife card (especially after he noted the interesting “crunching feelings” it was creating when he put weight on it) and insisted we go to the ER.
Aunt Tee came and hung out with the boys while George and I went to the hospital. He got photographed
and then the verdict was in. A break. A pretty bad one, too. So it was wrapped up and he was handed some crutches. Good times.
Yesterday was a holiday for everyone, so while George hung out on the sofa or in his cave, I “supervised” while our friends Chris and Tony (nearly) finished off the bunk beds. I have to say, they’re truly impressive. And tall.
Meanwhile, the boys and Liam (Chris’s 8 year old son) played together, which was a really sweet sight. I’ve dreamed about Liam and the boys playing together ever since I was pregnant. It was pretty adorable.
After Chris and Tony left, I did a little painting. It’s going to take some maneuvering to get paint on the top bunk, but I’ll figure something out.
George has an appointment with an orthopedist today, either for a cast or something else. Please cross your fingers that he won’t need surgery!
(A few more random cute pics.)