This is the life
Micah's knee injury healed well. It had taken the better part of three weeks for his knee to fully heal, but its now looking like a big shiny patch of new, pink skin, an island in a sea of brown. For a while there he still behaved like he needed to be handled with kid gloves, constantly asking, "Mama! Have you seen my knee? Is it looking normal? Is this normal? I don't think the scab is on it any more!" I'd respond with something along the lines of eye rolling, exaggerated disinterest so he stops with the knee at some point...or I would take time to look at his new skin with great interest before saying, "Wow, that has healed really well!" Besides his knee, we have other injuries to contend with. A few weeks ago, I did something clumsy, slipped while walking down the steps into the galley. I felt my big toe slide hard across the edge of the step, followed swiftly by the rest of my foot and then the rest of me...and since these spaces are always so tight...