Here's a picture of Anika. She went ice skating on Tuesday and got a bad sprain, we thought. She still couldn't put any weight on it by Thursday, so we took her in to the instacare at the clinic. The doctor showed us the X-rays one by one and the first four showed nothing, which probably explains why he sounded surprised when we got to the last one. "Oh, that is fractured." It wasn't in her ankle, it was on her shin bone. The swelling in the ankle was from twisting it and landing on it. The fracture was from whacking it hard on the way down. She doesn't complain much except when Meredith or Anderson jumps onto the couch, which has been forbidden to them, and bumps her leg.
I have gotten my cars stuck in the snow more times in the last month than in the last five years. It makes for a really stressfull day when I have to call the flute teacher or piano teacher (again) to tell them we are stuck in our driveway and can't come. Even more stressful when the van battery is dead, Casey is in Salt Lake, it's parent teacher conference and I'm not sure if I'll make it there. I had to leave some of the kids home because I can't fit them all in the car and Anika had to be in charge from her bed on the couch.
Okay, so it took me three hours just to write this much. I get interrupted a lot. So I'll write more later.