This is Gibson, obviously enjoying having his cast cut off the way some children would enjoy having a picnic with Santa Claus. He loved the tech doing the work. He loved the gloves the man wore. He kept touching them. He giggled every time the saw was used. He said, "Thank-you!" when it was over.
"You're welcome, little man," the tech said. He gave Gibson a glove of his own.
I sort of loved him too.
Gibson's leg looked pretty darn good.
"All healed!" said the doctor. He did caution us that this sort of fracture in a child can go along fine until a few months later it suddenly goes out of alignment because the fracture was on the growth plate. Or something.
So to watch and to come back in two months for another X-ray.
He also told us that Gibson probably wouldn't walk on the leg for a few days and when he did, it would be tentative, he might regress in his walking.
Of course, Gibson didn't hear that. He's walking fine. He's actually walking just like he was with the cast on and whether he cannot bend that knee yet or whether he just doesn't KNOW he can bend it, I am not sure. Either way, ain't no slowing that guy down.
We went to Fanny's to celebrate. Gibson ate pickled okra, deviled eggs and fruit.
Owen mostly climbed a tree. A lady walked under the tree, looked up and said, "Oh! A new kind of bird."
"No," he replied. "I just a human."
Both boys were making me laugh. Gibson was at his most gregarious. He accompanied me to the restroom and when we came out, a woman was waiting to go in. "Hi Lady!" Gibson said.
When he saw May in the hallway of the restaurant for about the tenth time in an hour he said, "May!" as if it were the greatest surprise in the world to see her there again. When we left, she kissed him good-bye although he told her she couldn't.
"I can't help it," she said, grabbing his little face. "You made me do it!"
I came home and had to take a nap. It was all emotionally exhausting for me. While Maurice and I were asleep, the rain rolled in and it poured here. We needed it. I am grateful. I am grateful for the rain, I am grateful that my grandson is free of his cast, I am grateful for the half dozen eggs my hens laid me today. I am grateful for it all.
I did a very cursory search about unauthorized pop-up ads and there appears to scores of explanations and fixes. I have no answer. I was thinking maybe it was just Chrome, but no, it's not.
So...what the hell? I don't know.
I apologize if it happens to you when you visit my site and I'll understand if it happens to me when I visit yours. I've just been clicking off the sites and then reloading them and that seems to work but it's a pain and I know it.
First world problems.
We persevere. What choice do we have?