This day was bound to come. I actually thought one of the children would have a broken bone far before now. Why? Well, not only because they constantly run around like wild turkeys and bounce off the walls, but because their mother (yes, me) has had 7 broken bones in her lifetime … all on seperate occasions. (Fine, call me a klutz.)

Charlie mysteriously fractured his collar bone. If happened out of adult eye sight while the boys were playing together. It has yet to phase the little coyote, and he’s a true trooper about wearing the brace.

Here are a few shots of the boys today: