Last Sunday, we took some of the teens from church ice skating. Just a few minutes into it, one of the boys fell on the ice and broke his leg. It was a bad break and the latest news I heard is possible surgery or a cast for up to four months. I really hate that this happened...I wish we could just rewind to Sunday afternoon and start over. I think we'll choose safer activities like bowling or putt-putt in the future. Anyway...please say a prayer for Kevin and his parents as this has consumed their lives for the past week and they are just getting started on the long road to recovery.
Tuesday morning, Landon fell from his chair at breakfast. After a full body search, I discovered his right ring finger was swollen and black and blue on the bottom only minutes after the fall. The phone conversation to Dustin went something like this:
Amy: Dustin, I am pretty sure Landon just broke his finger.
Dustin: Aren't baby bones like rubber?
Amy: Okay....that's not helpful. Please come home.
The bruising was a lot worse that what it looks like in this picture.
I thought for sure that we had paid our dues for the week, but then Thursday, Landon dropped a large can of vegetables on his foot, cut his toe open (through his sock), and I was afraid had a broken toe. Since the incident, he has been walking fine, so I think everything is going to be okay.
Hence the title of this post... I'm not sure how long my nerves can take all of these injuries. Falls, scrapes, bruises, and bleeding seem to be a daily occurrence at our house and I have a feeling that the frequency and severity of our injuries will only be increasing. Some days I wonder if I was really cut out for boys. Especially the kind of boys that thrive on danger.
Here are a few pictures of my sweet dare-devils.