Well, it's been quite the week at the Johnson household! Mama had the flu and Dada was super amazing - Praise God he didn't have to work and could spend the time helping out with sick Mama and all the kiddos. And just 3 days ago, our baby broke his arm! This is our first broken bone. He and Kivi were playing outside with the wagon and he stood in it and because of some law of physics, he fell backward as Kivi pulled the wagon forward. Crack. Broken bone. The poor boy came howling into the house, screaming, "I broke my arm! I broke my arm!" We thought he was being over dramatic and tried to calm him down. Then when Peter took off his sweater and his long sleeve shirt and noticed his arm going the wrong way. He said, "Yep, I think we'll go to the hospital." So two days in the hospital, lots more vomiting, and "pins in the arm surgery" later and our Eben man is doing well... as long as there are lots of meds in him.
We'll go back in 8 days so they can take the pins out and he can get a hard cast.
Ahhh. Now, the hardest parts are over and it's on to Holy Week! Hurray for God and how He loves us enough to send His Son to suffer for us - way more than a broken arm.