My Son Was in Stitches


My belated birthday party included the circus and a trip to the hospital, as usual


Ouch!

I actually turned 32 years old on January 19th. It's a kind of milestone for me. Growing up, I always looked at ages 27 and 32 as serious future points in my life to look forward to. I figured if I wasn't happy at 27, I had 5 years in between to shape things up for when 32 rolled around. When I hit 27 I was working at a recording studio in Hollywood, CA. That doesn't sound so bad, but I really wasn't happy at the time. 5 years later, I'm 32 and I'm experiencing more happiness than I probably should with pants on.

Since I was out of town during my birthday, my family celebrated it last weekend. We went to the circus, had cake, and even ended up at the hospital. That's a good way to measure what kind of day you've had - if there was a hospital involved. My son, George, and I were wrestling around at my sister-in-law's house, when George decided to jump over me as I laid on the floor. He was successful, but ended up nailing an ottoman with his head. 7 stitches. Ouch.

He's doing fine now. In fact, it wasn't more than 5 minutes after the above photo was taken that he was asking for cake. Kids are pretty resilient that way. I'm thinking of throwing him off a cliff next time and seeing how long it takes for him to bounce back from that. I actually took him to have the stitches removed today. What fun! The nurses at the doctor's office gave me a bunch of forms to fill out. I copied off the guy next to me because I didn't want to say I didn't know any of that information. It's important to me that people see me as a good dad.


George, after I told him, "Chicks dig stitches."

I accidently sent my contact information to a bunch of business associates with my personal website listed. If any of those people are now reading this, well, I'm sorry. I sometimes use bad language, and totally rip my loser co-workers. Fuck me.

Posted: Sat - February 5, 2005 at 03:06 AM          

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