Allen

This post is about my husband, Allen. During Thanksgiving he was gokarting with his friends and had a little accident. He was mainly fine, but had a dislocated elbow and a broken thumb--one on each arm, of course. Well, the elbow healed up fine, but the thumb didn't. He had to have surgery on it to get it repaired. Today he went back to the doctor for a follow-up and was casted for the next three weeks. Here's the thumb without the cast (watch out) and with the cast, and the girls decorating it for him, so now he takes a little more of us everywhere he goes.

Hey, Guess What?

It's me Charlie! I wanted to tell you that I've started to become a little more daring. Lately I've come to enjoy taking a little snooze on Mom and Dad's bed after they get out of it in the morning. I never used to do this! I usually don't like to be on the bed more than a minute or two. But then I realized that why should I not enjoy it, especially since no one is using it? Mom thinks I'm cute.