Bones

In addition to bragging about kids, running, dogs, art, and my dog poop picking up skills, I like to brag about my strong stomach and high tolerance for pain. So I'm stymied by how queasy I suddenly feel when I see my bones in an x-ray. I think it's all the little bone nuggets in the wrist area that really gross me out. Too teeth-like, maybe.

I headed out the door to run Wednesday morning and slipped on a tiny patch of ice. I've never felt sudden pain like that but the nausea that accompanied it was worse. I guess our bodies are designed to distract us from intense pain with intense nausea. I suppose I could be having nausea flashbacks when I look at the x-rays.

Do you want to test your tolerance for looking at my wrist bones? Feel free.

Special note: All of this nonsense pales in comparison to what my tough niece, Meredith, has been through: ruptured appendix, liquid restrictions, pic line for antibiotics, almost a week in the hospital. We're so glad you're home, M!

26.2

Kudos to Karen and her awesome Boston time. You rocked! Now you can rest. (And have a beer with Derek.)

Toy comparison

Christmas with the cousins would not be complete without a thorough comparison of toys.



We made a fast trip to visit relatives and everyone (especially the Bickersons) seemed to have a nice time. We are always amazed by how thoroughly two fairly well-behaved children can demolish the interior of a minivan in four hours.

Now that we're home we are hoping to get a little snow to go with the lights.