Born to be on crutches....uh....can that be right?

We have hit a new milestone here at our little household.

I knew the minute I saw on that little ultrasound monitor that we were having a "he" and not a "she" that this day would come.

And probably MANY others with it.

Yes, folks, my son has fallen out of a tree and sprained his ankle.

Luckily for me, and him, and... well.... him, again.... he didn't get a broken leg. I would have had to severely be upset with him for that! ("Have you no sense for my poor nerves?")

I debated taking him to the doctor or not. It happened about 5:00 pm, so, of course, the dr's office was closing. We decided to wait until the next day and see how it was doing. I didn't think it was broken because he could put weight on it (albeit painfully)but I've never broken anything, so probably I'm not the best judge.

Anyway, it turns out he has a pretty bad sprain, but he's going to live. He has to be on crutches for a few weeks, though,(which, it turns out, he is a natural pro at. Let's not make it a habit now.) but hopefully he'll be healed enough to go to Disneyland when we go. (I use it as leverage to get him to stay off his feet with his leg elevated! "Mickey Mouse doesn't like children with crutches, you know.")

In the mean time, I am stuck fetching and carrying for the invalid on the couch. (And not just my husband, my son, too!)

I hope I make it through this injury!