dirt bike rider...

Jake has his motorbike in the garage and Rhen sees it everyday and says "butt butt, on." (he can't quite say bike). Yesterday I was out on the lawn and he was admiring the bike in the garage, saying on on. So I yelled back to him he has to wait until dad comes home to ride it. A second later I saw him run out of the garage down the drive way, face determined, hair blowin in the wind. He didn't stop at the end of the driveway he kept on going down the street saying, "daddy, daddy". He kept going, "daddy daddy". I had to go get him. He wanted dad to take him on a ride and he didn't want to wait!

Tomato Sandwiches

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a crutch no more

I think the Lord was feeling sorry for me at the dinner table the night Jake got his crutches. I was tearing up thinking how in the world am I going to do this, I so WANT and NEED the vacation coming up in a few weeks and I NEED help around the house and I said a silent prayer as I was trying to dig up some courage to not feel sorry for myself.
The next day Jake called from his appointment and that doc didn't seem as concerned as the insta-care one. He said he just needed a boot and didn't really need crutches. He didn't accually tear the achilles he just stretched it and it should be fine in two weeks or so if he keeps the boot on. A big SIGH of relief for me and a thankful heart of tender mercies.

we are a pair with my cast and his boot, we just tell people I punched him in the face and he kicked my stubborn butt!! (haha)

two of a kind

Jake must've felt bad for me, being an invalid with my broken arm and all, so he decided to take the attention off my arm and get into a motorcycle wreck (which by the way is a better story than falling while watering flowers) land on his head (thank goodness for his helmet) and have the bike land on his foot to tear his achilles heel. So he is sporting and big ankle brace and has to have crutches.
He waited a week an a half (no surprise) to go get it checked out. After he did a barn raising with his bro's and dad, standing on his feet for 12 hours for 3 days, he decided it kindof hurts so he better check it out and that is what he finds out.
So if I can't do something around the house with my crippled arm and go to ask Jake...oh but wait...he can't walk on his foot!
Hopefully I get my cast off in a week and we will know today what the protocol is with his foot and his tear in his achilles heel. Keep you posted.


it may come to be that Jake's motorbike is his achilles heel. (haha)