No pictures today. Just mommy's broken heart. We spent yesterday at the urgent care place because Luke had a potentially fractured skull and foot. (Thankfully, the skull seems ok but the foot is fractured) The radiologist will look into it further just in case...but he seems pretty good. He's back to his old normal self...except with a limp. The doctor told me to keep him still as much as possible...HA. And to ice his foot down for 20 minute intervals...HA HA. I kept giving her looks like "are you crazy?" (He was running around the office as she was telling me this) He did take a large nap on my lap yesterday afternoon, and once we put a big pair of boots on he was able to play without limping and without any obvious pain. My poor little baby.

We here in the Georgia-Dorman household have decided that...
1) Snow biking should be an olympic event
2) Grey bunnies should not be left to their own devices (see the trouble they get into!)
3) And that Daddy should not be able to eat the last of the carrots the day before it snows. Poor snowman...

Snow is an amazing thing in the south...when it started coming down on Friday the kids and I were out celebrating Abby's 13th birthday. We were at Moe's and the kids would run outside to the patio and catch snow flakes on their tongues and then run back inside. The flakes were huge and fluffy, and a very rare site here. They kept falling, and by the time we got home the grass was already covered. Within a few hours there was enough on the ground to play in. So we put on our "winter gear" and headed out (note that Luke has one glove and one sock). My theory is that if the kids aren't dressed to the gills to stay warm, they won't stay out too long. With Laurel that has always worked, the first tinge of cold and she's ready to go in. Not so with Luke...this kid could could have full frostbite and he'd still want to play. He threw snowballs nonstop at me, Laurel and Roger.



Later in the evening Roger escaped his electric fence and the kids and I embarked on an epic adventure to find him. In the end we walked nearly a mile, with snow up to Luke's knees...Laurel tracked Roger by the tracks he left in the snow (her brilliant idea), and Luke trudged on deflecting any offers of my help. He refused to hold my hand or be held, he was a on a mission. Every time I whistled for Rog...so did Luke (in his own way of course...but it sounded pretty much the same!). When the tracks disappeared in the woods behind someone else's house we had to give up. Dejected, the kids followed me back towards the house. Suddenly Roger re-emerged at a neighbor's house and we were able to leash him and walk him home. Whew. What a night!


The next morning when daddy got home we played in the snow again. Then we went in for a rest and lunch, and when we came back out to play just barely two hours later almost every spec of our snow was gone. Six inches to zero in two hours flat...that's how it works in the south.