I know it was cruel to leave everyone dangling from Owen's ripped fingernail, but there have been adventures to be had, seeds to plant, and yards to dig up. All of which I will tell you about when I have a spare moment. In the meantime, here are two clips of Owen to tide you over!
His little finger, by the way, is just fine. I took him to the doctor who looked askance at his sewn-up sleeve until I reminded him of the choking hazard the band aid presented. He suggested I super glue his fingernail down, which made me laugh. Me, who hardly lets Owen play with anything made of plastic, made in China, touched by phthalates, etc. put super glue on his finger. I smiled politely and came home and cut his little nail off.
1 comment:
Owen ... no sound? But you looked very cute. Am assuming Mom and Dad are home. How did you like being by yourself while Mom was in Portland and Dad was in Fort Lauderdale? I know Mr. Nellie was getting lots of text messages from you about ways to open beer bottles with no teeth available and no church keys in sight. Hw wouldn't tell me what he advised you to do. I think he didn't want to get into trouble with your folks. See you soon
Post a Comment