Here’s my favourite, though, because it features ME! She drew this back in 1982. (I had permed hair back then, *ack!*). I was at home from university for summer vacation, she and friend Sue, were sharing a cockroach-infested apartment in downtown Toronto. We would write: she sometimes sending me 2 letters in the time it took me to send her 1. (Luckily, I never received squashed cockroaches stuck to the letters).
It’s Michael’s 14th birthday today!
Boy, how times have changed! No more frightening-to-organize birthday parties with hated-by-mothers-everywhere loot bags. Just a couple of friends called over for a game of D&D. Mom gets to hide out in the bedroom and watch a movie on TV. (Of course, Reid got to play D&D.)
Rather than looking forward to potty-training, I get to look forward to sending him to high school next year. Rather than learning to ride a bike, I get to look forward to him learning to drive (in a couple of years).
One thing has remained constant throughout the years: arguing his point. In this one thing, Michael hasn’t changed since he was 3. (Last night, Reid pulled out an old home movie, and I had to laugh over 5-year-old Michael’s arguments that he had NOT forgotten to put the Ronnie-child-proof lock on the cupboard after just having gone in to get cereal, it must have been mommy.)
All in all, I’ve been blessed with an incredible, intelligent, loving child whom I very much respect and adore. Someone remind me of this when we start going through teenage-hell (which hasn’t really started yet!)
Next in the saga of Michael’s broken leg: 8 weeks after breaking his leg, Michael was placed into a ‘removable’ cast last Friday. This is great! The cast only goes from knee to ankle. This time, he chose black for the colour, rather than his usual glow-in-the-dark.
He’ll have to start physio soon (going today, in fact!). I’m very hopeful that he’ll be walking again in a few weeks. His ankle is quite swollen, and his shin is rather skinny, but I’m hoping the improvements will come quickly.
When they removed the cast, the bottom of his foot looked horrible. I let Ronnie come with us, since he was intensely curious about the whole cast removal process. Once Michael’s foot emerged, we noticed the skin had turned yellow and was flaking off. Michael and Ronnie thought it was way cool. But it was when Michael started comparing it to the icing on Krispy Kreme donuts that I became completely grossed out. It’s times like these when I wish I had girls, and of course, I told them so. (I should know better, telling them that just encourages them to get grosser.)
The doctor asked him to put weight on his leg, and when Michael winced, she said “Now you know not to put weight on it until you’ve had physio”. When I asked Michael why he winced, he said it wasn’t because of pain, his foot felt “crunchy”. Ewww.