When Jeff walked in on Tuesday night after playing soccer with ice bags in his hand, I got a sick feeling in my stomach. When I asked him what happened, he said, "It's not good." He blew out his knee and can barely walk. This is 2 days into his staying home so he can take care of his wife who has just had a C-section. The irony of the situation hit me hard. Luckily, my recovery has been pretty smooth, so I was able to chuckle a little at the situation. He wasn't so amused. Word spread pretty quickly among friends and neighbors and Emily and Dallin have been taken care of during the day so that we can BOTH recover. The first day we were pretty pathetic, and I had to smile at us sitting on opposite couches watching "Finding Neverland." (Great movie, by the way!!) We were able to chat, read books and just relax. Now, it is starting to get a little old. I want to be able to take care of my husband and my household. He feels bad when I have to get up to get something that we forgot. But I would rather do it myself than watch him hobble across the room. I am feeling pretty good, and tomorrow I am hoping to feel up to going to the park, just to get out of the house. I hope Jeff feels better soon. As for now, we just enjoyed the extra time together.
This last picture is more for me and Jeff than anyone else. We both cracked up when Dallin was holding Bryce and asked for my water. This has been a joke of ours since Dallin was a baby because every time I started nursing, I immediately asked for water. Jeff soon learned and would bring me water without me having to ask. I am always amazed at what kids pick up on.
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