Mother of FIVE.

So, friends, I'm 9 weeks pregnant. How 'bout that?!

Sad times.

Here's Finn with a gigantic sock on his leg. The gigantic sock is covering up the gigantic splint which he will be wearing until his newly broken leg is casted tomorrow.

My poor baby! I can't believe this happened, but I guess it was only a matter of time before some bone was broken in a house full of boys.

Finn loves to climb on everything. The higher the better. On Friday, he climbed, as he often does, up onto the dining room table to grab the markers Owen was using. I was watching from the kitchen and saw him try to get down onto a chair to get off the table, but misjudged where he was, and found no chair beneath him to stand on. So he slid off the table, scraping his chin as he fell. He cried and cried and cried, and I felt so bad, thinking that sure must have hurt his little chinny. He went down for a nap right after this, so it wasn't until later in the day that I realized he was really favoring his right leg. He wouldn't put any weight on it at all, and cried when I lifted it up to change his diaper, etc.

I had a hunch it was broken, but we waited and watched for awhile, debating whether or not we wanted to pay big bucks for x-rays if it was nothing but a bruise or something... It's so hard to know! But by Sunday, I knew something was wrong, and in fact told Jason I thought his right fibula was broken. I know people thought I was crazy when I told them my suspicions while we were at church. Finn was crawling all over the place just fine! But I finally convinced Jason to take him into the Instacare that afternoon. He called me soon after with the report: Broken fibula, and possibly fractured tibia as well.

He's looking at 4-6 weeks with a cast up to his bum. Should be a lot of fun for him. (And us.) So far he is able to get around just fine, and has gone right back to his old ways of climbing up on high objects. Didn't learn his lesson, I guess. He's so mad because he can't take a bath and can't get up on his rocking motorcycle. Poor kid. I'm also sad about this interfering with his newly found walking skills. Drat.

Manly weekend.

I took the oldest boys, Bennett, Owen, and Jake up for an overnighter waaaaay up above Hardware Ranch with my family last night. Jason was home with Finn who would not have had (nor been) any fun crawling through the dirt with his big splint on. It was such a fun overnighter. We really packed the fun into the few hours we were there. I think my boys thought they were in heaven. Here's why:






Can you blame them? It was like all their wildest dreams had come true! I also had a great time. Here's why:

Thanks, Jaime and Tyler and Mom and Dad, for all the fun! And thank you, Andrew, for planting all kinds of naughty ideas in my boys' heads... You are hilarious!

Jake goes to school.

I know I already posted a picture of him going to school, but here is his actual first-day shot. I did manage to cut off the top of his mohawk in this pic, though. Dang. What a cutie!