You broke what???
I had a call from my baby boy last night. He's at NTC (National Training Center) in California training for his next deployment to the sandbox. Yeah, he's supposed to go back some time next summer. And no, we're trying not to think about it too much. Anyway, the conversation started out something like this . . .
Seth: Hello Mother
Me: Well, hello Son (I just had to return the formality of him calling me mother) . . . or should I say . . . hello baby boy
Seth: Hahaha . . . well, your baby boy has a cast on his arm . . .
Me: *sigh*
Those of you who have been reading my blog since the beginning might remember that Seth was wearing a boot cast on his left foot when he deployed on December 6, 2005 . . . he ran into a telephone pole on his three-wheeler the Friday after Thanksgiving, dislocating his big toe and breaking the one next to it. And, I believe I told you that he had broken his foot a couple times before that when he was still in school - once jumping off the roof of the elementary school down the street and once when a friend catapulted him into the air to do a back flip (don't ask). Well, now it's his hand . . . geez. I didn't quite understand what he was trying to tell me about how he did it, but it had something to do with his hand getting caught between his M-16 and a hard place . . . like his humvee. *Sigh* . . . what's a mother to do???
When I told his brothers about it, they just looked at each other, totally unsurprised, and said, "The timing's not right, it's not close enough to his deployment . . . he won't still be wearing the cast when he deploys this time." Aren't brothers just the most thoughtful and caring people . . . . . :)
Seth: Hello Mother
Me: Well, hello Son (I just had to return the formality of him calling me mother) . . . or should I say . . . hello baby boy
Seth: Hahaha . . . well, your baby boy has a cast on his arm . . .
Me: *sigh*
Those of you who have been reading my blog since the beginning might remember that Seth was wearing a boot cast on his left foot when he deployed on December 6, 2005 . . . he ran into a telephone pole on his three-wheeler the Friday after Thanksgiving, dislocating his big toe and breaking the one next to it. And, I believe I told you that he had broken his foot a couple times before that when he was still in school - once jumping off the roof of the elementary school down the street and once when a friend catapulted him into the air to do a back flip (don't ask). Well, now it's his hand . . . geez. I didn't quite understand what he was trying to tell me about how he did it, but it had something to do with his hand getting caught between his M-16 and a hard place . . . like his humvee. *Sigh* . . . what's a mother to do???
When I told his brothers about it, they just looked at each other, totally unsurprised, and said, "The timing's not right, it's not close enough to his deployment . . . he won't still be wearing the cast when he deploys this time." Aren't brothers just the most thoughtful and caring people . . . . . :)
posted by kbug at 12:37 AM
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