
Our little girl has a "brokeen leg" and a "big band-aid," in her own words.
On Friday night, all four of us were playing on the neighbors' trampoline. Luke bounced, and Grace must have fallen wrong. She cried and cried, and wouldn't walk on her left leg. So, we took her to visit the doctor. Honestly, Luke and I didn't think it was broken. We both thought it would probably be nothing (or a pulled muscle, or something simple), but we took her in anyway.
The long and short of it is that she broke her tibia, not far below her knee, all the way through. The good news was that it wasn't her growth plate that was broken, and it was still aligned, so they didn't have to set the bone before casting it. The sad part is just seeing my baby girl in a cast!

The first picture is on the way home from the hospital sometime around 11pm on Friday. She had a really rough first night, then a fairly hard first day of adjusting. It got better yesterday, though, when she was able to play on the floor with Luke and Caleb. And she is now crawling around, so it helps that she can be a little more independent. I think it helps her not feel too claustrophobic.
She was a trooper in church yesterday. She was in her stroller the whole time, and did really well. I was glad she didn't have to miss her class, since I know that's a highlight of her weekends.

Just to clarify, this third picture shows where Grace's broken bone is located under the cast. Luke drew that pretty little (jagged) line there to show Grace where it's "brokeen."
So, please pray for our baby girl to heal quickly! The doctor said to count on four weeks in the cast, but it'll be three if we're lucky and six if we're not. So, three to six weeks! I'd much rather have it be three! It's pretty overwhelming thinking about keeping a 2-1/2-year-old happy in a cast for that long. Not to mention carrying her around while being pregnant. (She was almost 37 pounds before they put the cast on!)
Anyway, on a happier note, Emily and I had a wonderful time with our strawberries on Saturday! I think this will become an annual tradition, just like apple picking! It was the last weekend of strawberry season, so some of the berries were tiny and yucky. But once we got further into the strawberry patch, we got some better berries and the picking was faster. In the end, she bought 10 pounds of strawberries, and I bought 15 pounds! Wowsers!

And the freezer jam was so easy! I tried two different kinds of pectin this year - powder and liquid. I definitely liked the powder better, as far as ease of use and ingredients. Get this - the powdered one takes four cups of mashed strawberries and 1-1/2 cups of sugar. The liquid is almost the opposite - 1-3/4 cups strawberries and 4 cups of sugar! I'm thinking the powder is just a tad healthier for us!
So, we made our jam and then bagged sliced strawberries to freeze for future use in breads and smoothies and whatever else we feel like! And I even had some fresh strawberries left over just for eating! It was a fun time!
Oh, and the last picture is just a random one of Caleb and me. He's a sweetheart! (And we didn't want him to be left out of this blog. After all, Grace has been getting more attention than him recently!)
I'll go - but if you have any ideas for keeping my little one occupied, let me know! Or if you want to come visit and entertain us for a while, call me! Otherwise, just have a great week and a happy Independence Day!