Poor Litttle Blake

About the time I enter back into Blog world we all knew that something would have to happen. Last week on Tuesday the kids went outside to play after dinner. About 30 minutes later Gavin comes running in the house, "Mommy! Daddy! Blake is hurt!" Chris and I both took off fairly quickly because Blake is the child that takes a lick and keeps on ticking. When we get outside we find that the kids had been riding big wheels down this steep hill behind our house. Blake looks kind of beat up with a cut on his face and lots of scratches on his back ( he had his shirt off). I took him him and bathed him while he screamed. After the bath (still crying....) we realized that he would not move his right arm. Being the great parents that we are (and him being the 3rd child) we waited a good three hours thinking that any minute he would jump up and start waving his arms. No such luck!

Off to the ER we go. Hesitantly. But, we go. After some time the Dr. informed me that our Blaker broke his collar bone. Apparently a pretty common break, but oh no he had to do it right. Most children of his age crack this bone, but Blake had to break it clean through. With this comes a lot of pain. Yeah!

So...we figured he was not in enough pain so we proceeded with his tonsilectomy on Friday. I'll let you guess what I have been doing for a week and a half. All I can say is THANK YOU THAT IT WASN'T GAVIN!!!