some days…
Some days are
“get it together.”
Some are
“have it together.”
And some are just plain
“keep it together.”
![Behold the mohawk. The boyo insisted on it as a compromise for a summer haircut. I did my best with my limited tools and ability. The hard part now is getting him to use “product” to keep it standing tall.](http://<a href="http//www.flickr.com/photos/duffy/3603204137/" title="mohawk by dharmaduf, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3367/3603204137_09e7399a83.jpg" width="500" height="238" alt="mohawk" /></a>)
Behold the mohawk. The boyo insisted on it as a compromise for a summer haircut. I did my best with my limited tools and ability. The hard part now is getting him to use “product” to keep it standing tall.
It’s getting better all the time…
And his radius and ulna are seen here demonstrating exceptional bone regeneration.
The brighter white areas show the growth activity as the bone continues to remodel to its original shape, only stronger of course.
Just so long as it’s strong enough to survive soccer camp next week…
Take flight little butterfly
Like a chrysalis, the arm emerges from its “hot pink” exoskeleton ready to face the world — or at least be scratched, soaked, stretched and sunned. Now his summer can truly begin.
Pretty soon the smell will cause similar facial expressions to spring forth from me too.
Why do accidents usually happen in that slice of time just after you know you should’ve stopped?
Luckily for him, bonesetters use good drugs these days. Even so, it hurt to watch.
Arms just aren’t meant to bend this way. It’s now day 1 and already he’s lamenting the lack of freedom. I have a feeling the last 2 weeks are going to be murder.
Age 8 and kickin’ some serious ball. You go boyo.
