We spent some time outside on our deck Saturday while Brad drilled some of my corks I use for my shows (this is normally a task of my assistant in crime, Jane Marlo) but seeing as though Jane was 1000 miles away, I enlisted Brad. So in to the walker Mack went, with socks on (he is his mother's child, and really prefers no constriction on his feet, socks or otherwise) so i should have known to keep a close eye on him. He sat there staring at Brad for the longest time, watching the drill. He was soon zipping around the deck, checking out every planter type - tasting the wood vs. clay pots vs. resin. We still don't know which one "tastes" best. Yuck. Happened to notice a foot with no sock (this couldn't have been more than 3 to 5 minutes tops) and promptly put the sock back on.
That night when taking them off I had an "oh my" moment. His foot was covered in splinters. I mean COVERED. So upon calling the doctor the next morning they wanted to see him. I feared for my life - how would I keep the beast down while a doctor did surgery on so many spots on his foot. Brad's fear was they were going to keep Mack and not return him becuase we were bad, very bad parents. To my astonishment (and the dr, and the nurse, who commented several times) he was so brave! He cried several times, but the doc was able to get probably 25 of the 30+ of them out of there because he sat so still. Obviously has the father's pain tolerance, and not the mother's. So these pics are of the second day - healing nicely! You can't see all of the damage, but you get the idea. And the nurse told me this happens all the time (I'm sure she was trying to make me feel better)
