Our Crazy Week, Part 3

So Jake started kindergarten on Monday the 24th. He only met for one hour of orientation. But we took plenty of pictures of the blessed event:










Anyway, I finally got Ben down for a nap, Jacob was in the backyard playing with friends, when I hear Jake started to cry hard. I didn't become alarmed, because Jake has the tendency to overreact. He came in the back door and said he broke his wrist. Just remember, Jacob ALWAYS thinks an arm or leg is broken when it really isn't. However, it only took me one look to see that he definitely broke his arm. I helped him to the couch, grabbed a small, flat, rectangular pillow and splinted his arm. I called Marty THREE times before I could get through. He met Jake and I at the ER (thank goodness for excellent health insurance), and Jake was all fixed three hours later. He broke the right radius and ulna. Poor guy. Now according to Jake, "my arm will be broken forever, and I'll never be able to ride my bike again." And the Oscar goes to Jacob Asay!