Every once in a while our life gets so interesting and so much stuff is going on that I feel like I've got a tiny Lauren standing on my shoulder whispering in my ear, "You need to blog this. You should blog that. You need to blog, Lauren."

This week has been one of those times, and I knew I needed to sit down and type some news when Matt said, "Geesh, you need to blog about this." So here I am. Here we are. Here it is. Whatever.

First of all, we're all doing fine and looking forward to more nice weather. Matt is trying to complete writing his thesis and is fervently looking for a job. There are lots of nice prospects right now, but no offers yet. Many of you have asked about the radio thing, and my patience for getting a call back from them ran out last week. I called - they're still interested, but the process has slowed a bit, they will be in touch. (Patience, Grasshoppa.) I just started 2 six-week summer courses, so I suppose that will keep me occupied for now.

Second, we have been plagued with injury in the past week. Last Saturday, Laine fell on her Rollerblades and has a sprain/possible break in her right wrist. If it is broken it could be a scaphoid fracture which doesn't always show on immediate x-rays. She has been icing her wrist in the evenings and wearing a splint during the days. The splint (not a cast, but that didn't stop Laine from having all her little girlfriends sign it like one) makes Laine a little gimpy so Lilli has been having to help out a lot more around the house and she's not really happy about it.

In usual Hertel fashion we celebrated Laine's injury, the beautiful weather and Matt mowing the lawn (I think) with a walk down to the Penguin Palace for some ice-cream on Sunday. Matheson decided to run ahead and in his excitement fell...on his face. I'm not sure how you scrape both sides of your nose and your top lip without breaking your teeth, but he did it. He wailed and wailed, wiped blood all over my sweatshirt and I held him as Matt ran home to get the van so we could take him wherever he might need to go. But, by the time Matt got to us (which was wicked quick, honey!) Matheson had resigned himself that the only thing he needed was blue ice-cream. So, no visit to the doctor for him. By this time I was already thinking in true Grandma Dottie fashion what's the 3rd thing going to be...who's next?

Well, Friday morning that question was answered. It was the last official Mops meeting of the season, and Matthew was going to help work in the childcare. I'm usually bogged down with about 4 bags and 50 things running through my mind, so as I was emptying my things out of the van Matthew walked Lindy and Matheson up the stairs into Washington Church. Unfortunately, Lindy is terribly independent and would not hold his hand. She tripped before the first step and fell right next to the railing. At first, Matthew thought she had hit her head but I couldn't see anything wrong with her head. She did have a little scrape on her left elbow, but she stopped crying pretty soon after the fall so I thought it was disaster averted. We walked into the church, Matthew holding Lindy, and I was running around in my usual Mops haze, when I looked up at Lindy. You know how you look right before or after you throw-up? She had no color in her face, and I knew then. I've seen that look before - when Mom broke her elbow falling over the baby gate and when Cari Vanderpool broke her arm at the skating rink in Eighth grade. We waited about 20 minutes to see if she would snap back into her normal ornery self, but when she wouldn't leave Matt's lap to go play with Ninette - I knew she needed to go to a doctor. Matthew took her to The Toledo Hospital's ER and Lindy did indeed break her right radius. Right now she has a temporary cast and we have to meet with a Pediatric Orthopedic Surgeon next week to see what her long term healing is going to entail. I'm hoping for something waterproof - it's almost summer here people! I can dream, right? I know that it's probably going to be six weeks of trying to keep a near 3 year old from getting her right arm wet...seriously...that'll never work.

I think that about covers it. We are looking forward to some family visiting tomorrow and hopefully Barbecuing. God continues to provide everything we need, and we are grateful for our friends here and far away for keeping us in your prayers. Please comment, I love to know I didn't spend the last hour typing purely for my own enjoyment!