We had an exciting last couple of weeks.
And, due to public outcry, let me explain. Andrew and Jak and Lewis and I went for a drive last Saturday on snowy roads. The scenery was lovely, but the pickup truck coming at us was not going to be able to get back into her lane before we converged... Andrew, with jungle-cat reflexes, drove into the ditch, out into a field, and then back onto the road again. Main casualty--the bottom of his rental car. Lewis asked "Dad, why did they put those bumps in the road?" I explained that was not the road but that we had gone through a ditch, into, and then out of the field. About 45 min later and after some more driving, Lewis asked-- "Dad, are we still in the ditch?" Good old clueless strikes again. Oh well, we were all safe, Praise the Lord. But it did feel a little like disaster was lurking.

Nelly fell out of the top bunk-bed (now off-limits) and got a nasty bump on the head and also this broken arm. We were glad it wasn't any worse than it was.

And, of course, the croup is old news, but let me tell you--you really haven't lived until you've traveled 6 and a half hours in a car with croupy, sick, and crabby children. Whew... next time we plan to travel and sickness strikes we will hit the mission abort button.