Broken Foot

Yes, you read that correctly. Last night I walked out the door to go work my 4 hours at the Y and 2 seconds later I was laying on the front porch crying. I stepped wrong, rolled my foot, heard a "pop" and could not walk. Thankfully Jared was home, heard me scream and came to my rescue. Any other day I would have been leaving the house with 3 preschoolers in tow.

After arranging for our neighbor to come watch the kids, Jared took me to the ER, where an hour later they confirmed that I had broken a bone in my right foot. The doctor called it a "ballet dancer's break", ironic since I was wearing ballet style flats when it happened.

How do you take care of a 2, 3, and 4 year old while on crutches for 2 weeks? That is a question I have yet to get answered. This morning the kids wanted oatmeal for breakfast, easy enough, except how do you get hot bowls of oatmeal to the table. The solution, offered by my dad, use the kids little shopping cart. Noah brought the shopping cart to the kitchen, I placed a bowl in the cart and then Noah pushed the cart to the table and put the bowls at each person's place. It worked out pretty good, although it was quite time consuming, but at least everyone was able to have a hot bowl of oatmeal for breakfast this morning.

I'll update later as to how we survived this time and I'll gladly take any suggestions from anyone.