No, this isn't a prego announcement. It's better! Jarron and I are 2-3 weeks away from having our Washington State Enhanced Driver's Licenses! Which means that we can use them to cross the Canadian and Mexican boarders and even go to the Caribbean without needing a passport. I am sooo excited to see what Canadians are all about in Vancouver when Jarron and I go to a ROD STEWART concert there for our anniversary this summer!! I will admit, I am a total fan and have a secret crush on Rod. We got our cheap seat tickets in the mail and reserved our 4.5 star hotel (one magical night only) and now the countdown is on for August 8th.
The substory to this is that when we were in the agonizing process of applying for EDLs at the DMV (ugh yuck vomit hate gov't agencies), the boys were hanging out at Jarron's brother's house playing with their cousins. Right before we left the DMV, our sister-in-law called to tell us that Cameron broke his toe and was freaking out/screaming/crying. He wouldn't let her ice it, he turned down ice cream, and wouldn't be consoled. Jarron, the more panicy parent, took Cameron straight to the ER and they x-rayed C's foot. Sure enough, his middle right toe has a teeny tiny break, but the more amazing thing is that they discovered a small extra bone in his right pinky toe. Not really surprising since this kid has all the weird stuff (including an extra tooth). Rest assured that he's fine, but during the ride home he was bawling and insisted that we call the police to help since "the police help people who are hurt and could catch the criminal who did this" to him. After a few minutes of this, Jarron told Cameron that we'd help him but he needed to stop talking about his "freaking toe". Cameron retorted (between sobs) that it wasn't nice to talk about his toe like that! You would have thought he broke his freaking head. It's a darn good thing that Jarron knows about the silver bullet to all childhood hurts: Slurpees. Peace restored.
