Judah had an appt with his orthopedic doctor today. Feet look good. No change in treatment, boots and bar anytime he's asleep.
No pictures because the poor child is so traumatized that even height and weight are scream-fests, nevermind when the doctor TOUCHED HIS FEET AND ASKED HIM TO WALK ACROSS THE ROOM!
Luckily, 3 more months until we repeat that fun.
In other news, it's the Feast of St John of God. He's an interesting one- died on his 55th birthday from pneumonia after saving the life of a drowning boy. This was after he was either kidnapped or ran away as an 8year old. Was homeless. Then taken in by a farmer who eventually wanted him to marry his daughter. He then ran away and joined the Army to avoid the marriage. There's mote to the story, but when he was 42 he became devout and he began taking care of those who had no one to care for them, especially the mentally ill. He started the Brothers Hospitallers of Saint John of God religious order, caring for those who needed medical care.
He spent most of his life in Spain, so we had gazpacho and Tortilla Española for dinner. With grilled ham and cheese sandwiches because I didn't get to the store for ham (jámon) and you know the kids were not thrilled with dinner. Children are so lame. Why wouldn't anyone want to eat a cold cucumber soup?!
Spanish Tortillas are nothing like the Mexican Tortillas that we are used to here in America. They are just fried potatoes with egg. You can add onion if you want. I made one each way. They're rather plain, especially the egg and potato one. It was something new to try...and likely never eat again.
The gazpacho was good, though. The kids (Micah) preferred the one Deacon made for the soup supper the first week of Lent, though. So I'll make it again, but try his recipe next time.
All in all...another day, another dinner. On to tomorrow.
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