Broken
It was only a matter of time. I'm surprised we got by this long with five boys and no stitches or broken bones (not counting the cracked sternum or the stitches for Zachy's and Alex's surgeries, since those were intentional.) With my hyperactive brood, I knew we had it coming. And last week the calmest of my five fell victim as he played on a stationary exercise bike. The pedal smacked him in just the right spot, and he hobbled around for nearly a week with unalarming complaints before we decided to have it checked. He even surprised the doctor, who suspected just a deep bruise but ordered an x-ray just in case. "It's broken!" he announced in disbelief, pointing to the film which indicated a deep gouge in Joseph's little tibia. So Joe wins the prize for the first of five to sport a cast, and I'm afraid there may be several more down the road before they all make it into adulthood. Fortunately Joseph's injury will heal and he will be fine. U...