Millie and Ashton at Peter Piper Pizza. If you are on Facebook with me, this is the night of the infamous Millie-pooped-on-my-shirt-and-we-still-went-out-in-public-where-Millie-wore-just-a-diaper-and-bib fiasco.
My nephew Cody.
Abby's cute hair.
Ashton and Millie playing with the Tupperware.
The kids dressed up this morning for school. They were supposed to be book characters. Emma and Cody took off before I could snap their pictures, but Abby was running a little late. She is Miss Viola Swamp from the Miss Nelson books.
"What the Heck Happened to Matt?"
Saturday night we had dinner with Josh's cousin, Bobbie, and her family. I've never met this side of Josh's family before, so this was kind of a big deal to me. Bobbie is really nice and I really enjoyed spending time with her and her family. I had met her husband Mark once before because he helped us unload our moving truck into the storage unit. Good people.
Anyway, Matt and the other kids were jumping on the trampoline. I've never been a fan of trampolines. I'm still not. One of the kids jumped onto Matt and his arm got hurt. Thinking he was just being overly dramatic (not uncommon at our house), we told him to calm down and it would be fine. After a few hours, though, he was still complaining so Josh took him to the ER. I expected to hear that his wrist was sprained or something, but no, it's broken. The ER told Josh that Matt had a green stick break, which is like what a green twig looks like when you try to snap it. Luckily, they were wrong.
Matt's glow-in-the-dark cast. Cool, right?
When we went to the orthopedist on Tuesday (one reason I missed exercising that day since we spent nearly four hours in their office) we found out his break is a buckle break instead. He'll need a cast for about three weeks. It heals quickly, but he does have to be very careful because bumping it could aggravate it. So, that is the story of what the heck happened to Matt.