Aren't they cute? Doesn't it look like they are happy campers?
Not so much this afternoon.
About 5:00 the phone rang. Sarah is on the other end and I can hear Jack doing the ugly cry. You know the one where they are screaming as much as they are crying. I can barely hear her.
Sarah said Jack was laying on the floor on a blanket and she was five feet away building a bookcase she bought this morning. For some unknown reason, Lizzy decided that Jack needed to be on his tummy and rolled him over. I'm guessing it wasn't a gentle roll. Sarah was in a panic because she thought Jack's arm was broken or dislocated or something bad. Dick and I took off for their house. Sarah called the doctor and she said head to the emergency room. By the time we got there, Jack had cried himself to sleep in Sarah's arms. Dick and Sarah took Jack to the hospital. Sarah had called Nick at work and he was going to meet them there. I fed the girls dinner and did the dishes and cleaned up the toys and books in the girls room. I was trying to do anything to keep my mind off Jack. The thought of that little guy coming home in a cast or sling was more than I could handle. About an hour passes and the phone rings. It's Dick and Jack is just fine. He said the doctor was twisting and turning his arm every which way but off and Jack just laid there and cooed and smiled at her. Nick got there just as they were checking out.
Hopefully, this isn't the start of things to come.