Wisdom Gone

Last week Locke got 4 wisdom teeth extracted. He did very well considering he could have milked me a lot more! On the way home he looked great, I talked he nodded or grunted appropriately to my questions and seemed with it. We got home and all of my PTA education came into use. I assisted my heavily sedated husband into the house. He definitely walked faster than his head or legs could carry regardless of how much I tried to hold him back. Upon reaching the door his color dropped to a lime green dull look with sweat forming on his brow. "I don't feel well, I think i'm going to pass......" Locke made a 'gradual descent' to the front entry of our apartment, where he laid for a good 5 minutes, head under a pillow and legs elevated. Bless his heart he tried his hardest not to fall completely limp. When he came to the first words out of his mouth were, 'Is the game (World Cup game Spain vs. Portugal) on the computer?'

Hard to see but the laptop is propped up on

the laundry basket, tilted just right so he doesn't

have to strain, and I put pillows under his knees.

That was the extent of subservience.

Check out that jaw strap!!

Rocco at 2 weeks.