A Quick Update From the Front Lines

It's like we're running some kind of combat hospital here today.  First we have John, high on pain killers and covered in Betadine after his mansectomy.  In all seriousness, John had to have a lump removed from his chest this morning, and his coworkers have found it quite amusing to reference pink ribbons and Save the Ta-tas.  Fortunately it looks like John is going to make it.

But as John was convalescing this afternoon, I got a call from Jack's school.  You never want the preschool director's first words on the phone to be, "Everything is okay, but..."  Jack apparently tripped while going down the concrete steps and took a very hard fall.  He's got three bruises on his head, including a serious shiner on his forehead and a nice red lump on his crown.  All of this on picture day, no less!  I'm pretty sure the photos were taken prior to the incident, at least.

Both of my boys have been brave little soldiers, however, with Jack cheerfully singing his personal mash-up of "No More Monkeys" and "Patty Cake" (it goes something like this: "No more doctors, baker's man"), and John whipping up a delicious kale salad, sweet potato casserole, and pear crumble for dinner. 


And I'm officially hanging up my nurse's cap and calling it a night.

Before Jack became one of the walking wounded