Broken Bones

It's been over 8 months since our family moved from Bountiful, UT to Pullman, WA... We have met many wonderful people here. Our congregation has made us feel so very welcome. Ryan loves his new job. I love the fresh air and rolling hills. Norman loves his preschool.  Calvin loves making money at his new job (Jack in the Box.) Simon loves play practice after school, The Wizard of Oz. Annie loves her new haircut. Owen loves playing basketball. We all love and miss Preston. And we also miss Utah..., especially what used to be our health insurance.  I'm not sure if it's the new change of pace that we are adjusting to out here, but in these 8 long months, three Smiths have broken various bones.  Luckily, our funny bones are still intact. Which is no small blessing, because we still desperately need them. 

Norman, 3 yr 11 mo. Not a falling accident, but a leaping accident. The above Xray looks bad...

and then this Xray looks way worse.

My poor little man cub. 

This is going to affect the swimming lessons I was hoping to sign him up for.

This is three days later. We're waiting at the doctor's office to take care of his ear infection.

They sent us over to the ENT's, making it his fourth healthcare visit in the space of 4 days, and one crazy expensive week.

Annie's left hand, courtesy of a trampoline park and a less than perfect back hand spring.

Salter Harris Fracture Level 2: on the growth plate.

Swolen much. She hasn't been able to bend her middle finger for a week, and I would be lying if I said she didn't enjoy flipping us off.

Owen tried to join the broken bones in Pullman club but only managed to jam his finger.

Simon got the ball rolling this summer with a broken toe in a wrestling match with Owen, which he both won and clearly lost. Middle toe is broken along the growth plate.

We've had some broken bones cheer this week, thanks to some brownies and balloons and finger paints and sugar cookies and words of encouragement and concern, and even a gift basket from Bountiful, UT: I don't think it gets any better than "A Feel Butter Soon" card... In truth, my heart is still broken from our move away from our UT home of over 10 years. But slowly, notwithstanding the pain and patience, broken things mend.