So my husband broke his fibula at work. For those that have no idea what that is it is the back bond of the two bones that are on the bottom of the leg. It runs down down the calf. He was chasing a "perp" at work. I talk to him one moment he was picking up Chinese for dinner and within 20 minutes I get the text "i hurt my foot." He thought he sprained his ankle but the next day the doctor tells him broken bone. He was walking on it and everything. So for the past week i have done it all. He will change a diaper and hobble to the kitchen to feed em but everything else...me. So i ask him...when this is over honey what will you do for me to make up this. He says...I took care of you while you were pregnant. Somehow that is not even. We didn't have kids then
So i am not complaining honestly I love every second with these Riley boys. They are doing new stuff every day. Nate waves bye bye...Bird started to do the same this weekend. My mom thinks she taught them that. Bird is doing the military crawl...he grunts the whole time. It is hilarious. I love it. Wondering what will be new this week. Here are some recent pics:
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