Evil Knevil's got nothin' on me!

Well, actually, being daring is overrated. Day 1 on the bike and I let Boden go down a little hill on our road thinking that training wheels made him a bit invincible--I should have thought that through. He ended up taking a bit of a spill; he slid off the back of the seat and continued to hold on to the handle bars. It looked cool at first and it would have been a neat trick if he had stuck his landing a little better :-) I told Todd I was giving him some latitude to experiment and he said I could have hovered a bit more. He reminded me that Boden is three and it was his first day on the bike...okay, good point. But, since his fall (in which he was not harmed one bit), Boden quickly learned how to use his breaks and is exercising caution appropriately...so touche, dear.

Thumbs up!

Well, I'm a little behind on the blogging, but here's a highlight--Boden had surgery on his thumb to repair a defect that kept him from straightening his thumb out.  He was very brave and everyone who helped us out at the University of MN Amplatz Children's Hospital was fantastic.  It was just a minor surgery on his thumb but given that it was MY kid going under anesthesia, the risk of it all was more personal and therefore greater.  In the end, all went well and there were no complications of any sort.  Boden had little down time and when we inquired about whether or not we needed to do any physical therapy, the Dr. replied with "Go ahead and try to stop him from moving it."  I guess being three has all the physical therapy he needs built in.  In retrospect, Todd and I had a hard enough time handling this experience, so we're hoping that this is the biggest surgery and the closest we ever get to going to the hospital with him again *fingers crossed*. 

Mom and Boden pre-surgery

The day I lost my chin

In this video, Boden shows off his mad running skills--he's becoming really quick, but his feet sometimes get ahead of him and it reminds me of a goofy little puppy.

The video also show off the incredibly large scab that now covers the spot where his adorable little chin used to be.  Me and Todd's parents were watching Boden (watching being the operative word, here) skillfully maneuver his way across a rock bed in our yard, and we were actually marvelling over his accomplishments--like "wow, his balance is really good", "look at him, he's like a little mountain go--oh, no!".  Yep, that's when we watched him spill forward and had there not been a sawed off piece of timber there to catch his fall, he might have come through it, unscathed.  Luckily, though, he was able to drag his face down the rough edge of the log and come up bleeding and crying.  Ugh.  Not sure if I should be checking into plastic surgeons, yet, or if his fresh baby skin will regenerate and heal without a scar. 

Sloan-y Dumpty sat on a wall.

Sloan's boo boo

Sloan-y Dumpty had a great fall...or something.  We're not sure what the heck happened to her on Easter Sunday, but somehow she  managed to rip her chest open and didn't make a peep when it happened.

We were all in the backyard; Todd was messin' with the dock, I was chasing Boden, Bueller was being ornery (surpise) and Sloan was hanging out by the water.  I went in to get a tissue, came out and Todd said "Should we go to the Emergency Vet or wait until tomorrow?".  I'm all "What the flip happened?!"  Sloan isn't talking.  Arrgh. 

Sloan is pretty much "ho hum" about her new hardware but I think Boden finds her even more endearing because of it.  Not a good thing.