My Poor Boy

I just finished a phone conversation with my boy Trav and...whew... I miss him!! He misses me too. I know because he told me so. I also know because he went to the grocery store and bought:

3 cartons of Lactaid
3 bags of chips
3 containers of yogurt--I can't even remember the last time I saw him eat yogurt
fresh salsa--so like him
Tostidos salsa--no surprise
french onion dip
donuts
dried apricots--"Something healthy," he tells me.
soap
face lotion

I am sure the check out girl was confused when she saw his wedding ring because he was shopping like a true bachelor. I think he would be the first to admit he feels lost without us. We're not having such a great time without him either.

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!!

I just had hip surgery a few weeks ago. When I am asked what kind of surgery I say, "It is called periacetabular osteotomy but I feel like I am saying Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious." I get a lot of twisted looks.

I am three weeks out tomorrow. Life is interesting. I am counting down to three weeks from now when I hope I will be allowed to start walking on it normally. But even more importantly I will be able to go home and be with my boy Travis who (lucky for me) is missing me (and the boys) bad.

I have no pictures to share as I am not at my own computer but picture this...seven inch scar, numb fingers, crutches with aces bandages wrapped around the handles, wimpy looking left leg, walker, wheelchair, bruised up left leg, ornery Charlie who knows his mom can't come get him, standoffish Burke who would rather go to anyone else who can walk around while carrying him, an Isaac and Theron who are being pretty darn good, and one lonely lonely Travis.

And yet...life is good.