Toe

I had this grand ole post about our weekend, a spectacular visit to Walter's fire station (where Rocco enjoyed hours of climbing on fire trucks and wearing firemen clothes), swimming fun, celebrating Memorial Day, getting ready for Disney, yada, yada, yada.

But the end of school bug has bit and I cannot get together a cute blog post. 

Monday night, I realized we had 5 days until our Disney dream vacation and I started packing like a mad woman.  Well, like the true clutz that I am, I had gobs of clothes in my hands and I was going up the stairs and I missed a step.  Fell down steps, lots of cursing from pain and ice applied. 

School nurse says "Yes it is broken.  No, can't do anything."  Sooooooo great!!!!

Shanna just emailed and says she has a vague recollection of me doing this before.  Shanna, as always, has an astounding memory and yes, when I was pregnant with Hadleigh I walked into a door and broke a different toe.   

These are said stairs.  Use with caution!!  I am trying to warn her that they are dangerous and cause injuries.  She did not seem to care.