It seems the injuries required of a family of 4 boys and 1 klutzy mom are catching up to us.
We now have another broken finger. This time it is the oldest.
Slipping on ice?
Hahahaha, no. It is warm and the daffodils are sprouting here - freak weather.
Football at recess.
And once again we made a child with a broken bone wait to see a physician.
Yes, it's true. After school I called our doctor and they couldn't schedule us until 6:45pm.
So what to do?
I took him to Hebrew school. I mean really. What else was I to do?
So while I'm surprised it's taken this long for the injuries to start rolling in?
Not so surprised at the fact that we've had 2 broken fingers in approximately 4 months.
I figure we're good for a couple more months now.