X-rays

"It's going tibia OK."

-- X-ray tech humor

Balsa wood skeleton 8-6-14

"My kid could get a bad X-ray, 

and I could get a call from the doctor

saying I have something growing in my bum

and that would change my perspective on everything instantaneously,

on what is and what is not important."

-- Tom Hanks

When you have active, rambunctious boys who climb up stuff, jump off stuff, and smash into other active, rambunctious boys, well, sometimes you need X-rays.

We needed one last night.

It's a good thing my husband has connections at the hospital and was able to call up an X-ray tech who worked us in on short notice and saved us a long wait in an over-crowded E.R.

Also good --

The the X-ray was negative, which mean's no bones are broken, which is a positive.

Messy Faces. Sticky Fingers. Clean Plates.

"I want my baby back baby back baby back baby back baby back ribs.

I want my baby back baby back baby back baby back baby back ribs."

-- "Fat Bastard," Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me

Baby back rib bones 5-3-14

"Spare rib anyone?"

-- Adam

Leo working on ribs 5-3-14

I made baby back ribs for my carnivores yesterday.

They picked and licked all the meaty pork bones clean while I enjoyed a tasty salad with strawberries and almonds.

Different strokes for different folks, I guess.

Either way, it's always a good thing when there are no leftovers after a meal. When they eat every last scrap, that means they liked it.

I take a clean plate as the highest culinary praise.

There were no leftovers.