Monday, September 19, 2016

All Boy

Palmer has been described as "all boy" his entire life, but I think the last week has truly defined that term.
Let's start with our little excitement last Friday night... I had just left for dinner when I got a call to turn around because we were probably going to need to go to the hospital.  Palmer was running in the house and tripped onto the edge of the coffee table.
Six hours later, we had quite an ER story to tell (imagine some of Dallas' 'finest' out and about on a Friday night amidst us in the urban downtown ER waiting room).
Palmer was so brave and endured 45 minutes of stitching up his gash, which went all the way to the skull bone.  He was mostly concerned because he "only got 6 stitches" and his buddy Ian got 7 recently.  He was also pretty tickled that he stayed up past midnight- until 3am, to be exact.
By Saturday, Palmer never complained again.  All day, I asked if he wanted Tylenol for the pain and he said it didn't hurt.  Tough kid.

Too tough for lemonade in fact.  Sunday morning, Palmer schemed a grand plan of setting up a tattoo stand- no lemonade stand for this child.
I explained to Palmer that our street isn't a very high traffic spot and he might not have much luck in our yard.  We secured the sidewalk of some friends on a more high profile traffic pattern.
The stand was a hit and was visited by friends and strangers alike.  Palmer made $33 and after setting aside $3 for business expenses, $3 for charity, and $5 for savings, he walked away with $22.

And lastly, our boy loves to spend time with his daddy hunting and getting dirty on a ranch.  The guys went dove hunting over opening weekend.
Please keep your bird cleaning away from my home...
Meanwhile, Grace and I are just as happy as can be away from all of this nonsense.
Oh, and I tore up the master bathroom amidst everything.  More to come on that front...

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