Saturday, November 17, 2007

A much Happier Jack-cident!

This afternoon, I made a rather, well... rash decision. On our way home from Chuck E. Cheese, the boys and I accidentally stopped at the Animal Rescue exhibit we drove past. Then we accidentally went into the room with all the animals in need of homes. Then (yep, this is the big one!) I accidentally picked up the grey tabby that reached out and grabbed my sleeve. Well, after that, accidentally spending an hour filling out paperwork was completely out of my control. This may have been, in part, due to the serious lack of sleep last night; but really I've been wanting a new cat for months and although the timing may not be perfect, I definitely feel like the stars aligned today and the choice was taken out of my hands. (That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!!)
So, I am proud to introduce the newest member of the Papaya household- Jack. Jack is a 3 month old tabby, whose full name is actually Jackalope, because he tends to bounce around the house almost as much as he runs. He is a cuddly, snuggly, wonderful little fella and needless to say the boys are deliriously happy about his arrival!

Not for the Faint of Heart...

...Motherhood, that is. Sometimes the job description just doesn't prepare you for the things you get to see- especially when you have 2 rough-and-tumble boys! Last night my oldest boy took a Big tumble while at gymnastics, and cut his head open. Alot. Even scarier, was that he has no memory of the accident. All he remembers is running across the gym and then waking up on the couch, covered in blood (gotta love head wounds for sheer volume!) After whisking him off to the emergency room, I watched (in concealed horror) as the doctor removed the gauze and exposed, not only his wound... but a gash all the way to his skull. Owwwwwwwwwy!


One facility-transfer, 4 x-rays, and 1 CT scan later, we finally got around to the business of stitching him up around 1am. Because the wound was so deep, he actually got 3 layers of stitches. 3 at the skull, 7 in the muscle tissue, and 17 on the surface. (That's 27 stitches total!)He was such a trooper! I don't know if I could have held it together nearly so well if he hadn't been so incredibly brave!
We finally made it home around 3am this morning. One would think he might take it easy today, lounge around, be pampered a bit. Ohhhhhhhh, no! That, of course, would have meant missing a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese- and getting to show off his newly acquired battle scars!

I just can't keep this boy down!