Super 8

Hootser turned 8 and we celebrated with a super doooper party. No party is complete unless we spend the night in the ER... we can check that off our list this year. All went well until Super WaWa (aka Libbie) had a POWERFUL collision in the moonwalk with Wonder Woman (aka cousin BB). WW landed on SW's leg and we were almost certain it was broken. After a long night and an x-ray we learned the bone was not broken, but badly bruised. We can handle that PRAISE THE LORD!! I was praying that we wouldn't need surgery. We'll head in to Shriners tomorrow so her doctor can take another look. She can't bear weight on it at this point, but thankfully it isn't broken. Hoot had a FANTASTIC time and at one point during the party he told me he had the best parents ever and he loved his life... how great is that?? I can't beleive he is eight years old. It really does seem like yesterday we were racing to the hospital to deliver him. He is still the sweetest and kindest little soul that he was the first time I held him. When I tell him he's getting too big, he always says, "but not too big to snuggle with you mom." I hope he says that forever... I know he won't, but oh I hope those days are in the far far future... Happy Birthday Hoot! Mom and Dad love you to the moon and back!!