Just a few things going on over the last couple of days.  None of them could stand alone in terms of fascination, but, perhaps, together they will, at least, be tolerable. 

Yesterday, I took Carson in for his orthopedic appointment and to the delight of us both, the nurse entered the room with the small, circular saw....a strong indicator that, indeed, the putrid, blue cast would finally be removed.  She asked if we'd like to save it since it had all the Mississippi State baseball players' signatures on it, but I just couldn't imagine taking it back home with us. 
Hot days, sweaty, adolescent boys, and limbs that can't be washed don't make for a very pleasant combination.  I looked over at him as we drove to church last week and, to my horror, saw that the hand peeking out of his cast had taken on the look of a molting animal.....like a snake shedding its skin.  Give a boy an excuse to not wash something and he will take full advantage of it.  The cast is now in a big, red bag along with other bio hazards....hopefully headed to an incinerator somewhere, which should take care of any bacterial threat to the public.  On the way out of the office, Carson extended his arm out to me and in true adolescent boy form, asked if I'd like to smell it.  Though the temptation was great, I resisted with a "No, thank you, son."

When we got done with that, I got him back home and still had a few minutes before I had to be at my next destination.  I passed a donut shop and the "Open" sign was hypnotizing......it pleaded with me to come to its neon-ness.  It was an out of body type of experience ....."Go to the light....Go to the light", it urged me.  Donuts are the weakest of my weaknesses, so, even though I knew it was wrong, I wheeled in.  Oh, it smelled so good in there!  I got my order and headed to my next appointment.  In the 1/4 mile from there to where I was going, I put away two glazed and a pint of cold,whole milk!  Glory!

I have to say that this box has tempted me all day today.  Very effective marketing plan that those donut people have.  Every time I walk through the kitchen, I catch a glimpse of "You Deserve a Donut" and I think......"You know, I do......I do deserve a donut".  I've deserved a donut about 5 times today, so it's beginning to be a problem. 
What hasn't been a problem, however, would be Davis' "no added sugar" banana/applesauce/raisin/oatmeal cookies.  He's still on his "no sugar" kick and so he whipped up a batch of these last night.  Mmmmm.  I believe it's the first time ever that the announcement "cookies are ready" didn't bring one, single person to the kitchen.   Everyone sat motionless.  If you'd like the recipe though....I mean if this looks like your thing, just let me know and I'll get that for you.  I deserve a donut, but I don't feel like I deserve one of these. 
Another thing....I'm so proud of myself.  I've been walking with some degree of regularity.....I mean, for me.  This is usually my view of Blair and Davis' backsides as I lag behind them doing their "real exercise". 
I hang back with the waddlers.  We enjoy the same pace.