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On Wednesday morning, he was changing the baby's diaper for me.  And he proceeded to trip over the baby's trashcan, try to catch himself, and his left foot ended up getting caught on the leg of the crib.  I heard him tumble and ran in to see what happened, and found him face down not moving.  I thought he had had a heart attack!  But then he was writhing in pain and we could both tell by looking at his toe that he had broken it.  NO FUN.

An ER visit insued, with them setting it after they x-rayed it and gave him a numbing shot.  He had a visit with the orthopedist yesterday and he's going to be in the boot and on crutches for a few weeks.  Double NO FUN.

To add to the pain, we had "big" plans for Thursday and Friday of this week.  Derek was taking off and we were taking the kids to Six Flag, golf, and the rodeo.  It was our mini-vacation with the kids for the summer…an alternative to a destination vacation.  Six Flags is postponed.  Derek took the kids to the driving range and putting green this morning, but he sat in a chair.  And the rodeo is still on, but Derek will not be doing any bull riding, I can assure you.

And to top it off, his training for the "Hotter than ****" Bike Race, at the end of August, has come to an abrupt halt.  He's bummed about that.

Derek accused me of being "morbid" when I took this picture/We think they gave him the "right" boot by accident – he's thrilled about that, let me tell you!