It's been just over nine weeks. Things are looking good. I've managed to cut everything off that was dead, lifting and just plain gross.
It's becoming quite sore. The nail is growing downward into the thumb. And the part on the left is actually quite thin and not really a nail. So it's very tender.
Whenever Dad says or does something ridiculous -- which is quite often -- Budge and I will point out that there's no way this man could be our biological father. In fact, Budge will argue to the death that he was left on the doorstep. Me ... I'm convinced I'm the milkman's kid. Dad laughs the loudest at all of this.
But after this weekend, I now know that although Dad may not be our father, there's no question that Budge and I are brother and sister.
We have matching thumbs.
It's sometimes hard for Mom to tell us apart.