Sunday morning started out like many others. I had just gotten up to cook some breakfast; Theo was lounging in bed talking to his brother about the last race he just ran. The kids had been up for a while and were running around playing before showers. Suddenly, I hear a bloodcurdling shreiking. Not a single cry, but a repeated yelp of pain. Now in our house, there is lots of rough housing as well as crocodile tears when things get a little too rough. Our rule is, if you can't handle it, don't play. We try not to respond to a lot of the whining kind of stuff. You parents out there know what I mean when I say, this was not the cry of a boy fabricating wolf stories. Theo and I both rushed downstairs to find little Rex crumpled on the floor of our family room. One look and I knew, BROKEN ARM!!!!!! Rex and Drake were playing some kind of chase game and Rex decided it would be a great idea to take a flying leap from halfway up the stairs. Need I say more?! We took him to the ER and sure enough, both bones of the right forearm, busted! Luckily (if there is such a thing in these situations) his bones are still relatively straight, so no reduction was necessary. They splinted our little guy, and home we went to await a cast in about a week. Yowza!!!! We have never had any kids in casts, and now to have two kids with almost identical breaks within 6 weeks of each other...Jeepers! I made the appointments today, and it looks like Rex may be getting his cast on the day Corbin finally gets his off. Go figure. I think everyone should pray for us since I am not sure what our deal is lately! (:
