As I said, we have a little man with a broken leg in the house. Porter got his foot stuck in the bike tire last Wednesday and the end result...a fractured tibia. Poor little man has been quite the trouper. He got casted on Friday and I feel like his big turn around day was Sunday. He had had a good night sleep and seemed to not be in pain. He started scooting around the house on his own and I'm sure that freedom added to his happy mood! When this first happened, I thought we were in for a long six-ish weeks, but it has actually been a nice change of pace. There have been lots of walks, reading, and playing games on the floor and that is the simple life I really like! But at the end of the six weeks, we'll be VERY behind on swimming for the season, so that slow life will go out the door!