In family news, we've been having a little bit of drama with Caleb around here. Last Thursday his pinky finger got smashed in PE (it wasn't intentional, it was one of those freaky kid accidents). The school nurse called me and suggested I come look at it because she thought it might be worth taking him to the doctor. When I saw it, I decided yes, it was worth taking to the pediatrician, who decided (upon seeing it for himself), that it was worth getting X-Rays to make sure it wasn't fractured. Fortunately, it wasn't fractured, just smashed really badly, but in a couple of days, he was down to just a band aid over the fingernail for aesthetic reasons. Yesterday, I got a call from the school nurse and he had tripped at the end of recess, running to get in line with his class (apparently, the first class to line up gets 4th grade money). His palms, right elbow and left knee were pretty scuffed up, but she had bandaged him and sent him back to class, she was just calling to let me know what was going on. Sure enough, when I picked him up at the end of the day, he was one banged up little guy! So far this year (and it's just getting started which is terrifying to me), I've talked to the school nurse more than I did when he was in K-3 combined! She's very nice, but I don't really want to talk to her anymore. If this keeps up, we'll have to add her to the Christmas gift list - that is if Caleb survives 4th grade. I'm really dreading next week.