Boys...and their broken bones.

So this isn't Miller's first broken bone, he broke his collarbone two years ago, but it was our first trip to the ER. I sent Miller and Denton and Sawyer downstairs to pick up the toys they got out, and I heard Miller start crying. I look over to the stairs and he is getting to the top holding his arm and telling me that he hurt it. As you can see, it is clearly broken. I stared at it for a second thinking it didn't look right until it really set it that he was seriously hurt. I tried to get him to lay on the couch, but he kept trying to get up and was flinging that poor arm all over the place. I made a quick call to Bret and he headed home right away. Miller cried until Bret got there and then he was okay. Bret got him to take this picture. Bret took this one on the way to the hospital.
They got us right in, and luckily the ortho surgeon was already there because he was just finishing putting a cast on another little boy with the same break. The only other time Miller cried was when they put in the IV. They had to poke him twice!

The staff was amazed at how calm he was. They went ahead and did his x-rays and exam without any meds he was so cooperative. They did have put him out so they could set the bone and they don't allow the parents in the room for that. These are his before and after x-rays. Nice job, Doc!

When we got back to the room he was higher than a kite on the drugs they gave him. He was so funny to talk to. I asked him what he wanted for dinner and he said, "I want smarties! Wait...Mom, what are smarties?"

It was very entertaining.

Home from the ER. He is one tough kid. When I asked him how he did it he said, "Well, Denton and Sawyer and I were jumping off the couch. They jumped and didn't get hurt. And I jumped three times and didn't get hurt. Then I got hurt on the last time I jumped." Bret told him that he has broken his arm five times and told Miller how each one happened. That's the first things he tells anyone who comes to visit. Hopefully Miller won't have the bad luck his dad did.

Gone Fishin'!

We went to Sun Valley with some friends and took Miller fishing. This is his first fish!

Notice the pinky sticking out. Very proper!

Before this fun moment, Bret spent a good half hour figuring out his new pole. I think our frinds kids had caught about their 20th fish by the time Bret's hook hit the water. This was how much fun he was having.

Caught in the bushes.

Caught in the bushes...again.

He had to fasten his hook at least 3 times before he actually got the thing working. But it was all worth it in the end!

Slip 'n' Slide!!!

Aunt Gina found us the funnest place to have FHE. This family has two giant slip 'n' slides, a zip line, and playground for the kids. It was so much fun. Miller kept his eyes closed the first time he headed down the slide.

The adults had as much, if not more, fun than the kids on that slide. We tried to see who could go the furthest down the slide on their feet. This was Justin's attempt.

So funny.

We also tried to see how many people we could get on the tubes at the same time. This was the first try. Of course, it always ended with the tube flipping over and all of us flying. The last time we went, we had 12 adults on that thing.

We spent the whole night trying to act as childish as possible. I think we succeeded!

Everyone had the best time and we will definitely be going back next year.

And thanks to Annie who always comes prepared, even for my kids. Who forgets a towel? I do!

Porter's first haircut!

Bret finally convinced me that Porter needed a buzz. I wasn't happy about it, but looking back, he was looking like Krusty the Clown from the Simpson's. His hair is so kinky and course, it was growing in puffs on the top and the sides of his hair. He looks very excited for what's about to happen.

He was very good through the whole thing. He just couldn't figure out what was making all that noise.

Bret uses that hand vacuum to clean up all the hair. Porter wasn't quite sure what was going on.

His reward for being so good was a Popsicle which he insisted on holding all by himself...

He quickly decided that wasn't the best idea.

This is the after shot. I am glad Bret talked me into it. It was desperately needed. Sorry Grandma!

He's even had one since this first one. Last buzz of the summer and then Bret is banned from the clippers.

Roaring Springs

For Miller's birthday, he wanted to go to Roaring Springs with his cousins. He got this great snorkel mask for his birthday. Too bad they wouldn't let him use it at the park.

He had a great time...until he couldn't feel his lips anymore.

As we drove toward Boise, we knew the forecast was saying the high for the day to be around 78 degrees. The closer we got, the darker the clouds became. But we still held out hope.

Turns out, we picked the day that Boise set a record low. The high for the day was 58 degrees! By lunchtime, Miller's lips were so blue, we sent him and the other kids to the car with Annie to warm up and watch a movie. But we adults were determined to stick it out until they closed the park and we could get free tickets to come again another day. By 2:00 pm, the lightning was striking, the rain was coming in sideways and they closed the park. One of these days, we will actually enjoy our trip to Roaring Springs. Hopefully next year will be better!