Steve the Ill

Steve is barely among the living.  First, a quick rundown of Steve ailments: long-standing hip issues, fatty tumor and fatty tumor removal, then the stomach flu...and now, the newest: concussion.  While he was playing soccer at work, he fell backwards, slammed his head on the ground, blacked out for a minute, then came to with people standing all around him.  He was dizzy and sick to his stomach all day but refused to seek medical attention.  Yesterday (our vacation day of fun, keep in mind) I finally convinced him to call our family doc.  The doctor told him to go to the ER.  So off we went.  Steve was triaged right in, thankfully, and had a CT scan.  He is all clear.  And got the green light to go home and rest.

I did tell him if he doesn't manage to kill himself, I am going to kill him.  He is a lot of trouble.

Wm and I were off on Thursday and he said a MILLION hilarious things.  I definitely don't think I will be able to remember them all, but some highlights include: 

     - After listing to the Violent Femmes song Kiss Off, Wm said, "I don't like that song.  I want to know what 8 was for."  For those of you unfamiliar with that song, grooveshark.com it.

     - Wm was doing the peepee dance while playing Lego Batman, so I told him he had to pause his game and go potty.  He insisted he did not have to go.  I insisted that he had to pause it and pee.  Finally, he yells at me, "I do not have pee!!  My penis just got big and I am trying to adjust it!"

....I should have written them down, because that's all I can remember, but there were a lot more!  Instead, I will just share Wm's pumpkin pictures.  Wm wanted pictures of him holding the pumpkin he grew in our backyard.  It was dry and we never watered it, so it's pretty small this year, but Wm was still proud!!