Balls, Inpections, and Broken Bones

The picture is from the Air Force & Navy Ball for SHAPE.  A friend of mine was on the planning committee and had me do the invocation.  I have to admit, they did a great party.
Otherwise, let me retrace the last couple of weeks.  Since my last post, I'm still doing physical therapy.  My ankle is improving, but it's getting old and tedious.  We completed our Command Inspection Program.  For those not in the army, it just means our higher headquarters comes down to inspect our records, supplies, and whatever other random thing they decide to examine.  We passed with 100% (by that, I mean my assistant and I).  He did 90% of the work.  Considering that this is his first unit and he's been here less than a year, He did an amazing job.

Turns out Isaac's arm is not only broken, but he'll have to have a pin put into his wrist for a few weeks so the bone sets straight.  I found that little gem out this afternoon.

I don't guess I should really complain.  Em ran the Paris to Versailles Road Race this weekend, which left me with the kids.  It's always fun to have a couple of days of playing with them.  (It's easy for me to say since I also have several trips each year without them). 

 

Speaking of the kids, Isaac is at the table imitating the noises of random bodily functions.  I guess I should get up to be a good father and explain that it's a little disgusting.  I still owe him ice cream from when they had to draw blood this afternoon anyway.