Skip to main content

Just when things begin getting quiet again...

Tragedy strikes!  Ok, that might be a bit dramatic but at least you get the idea... 

Yep, that's our wild man, Connor Judson, in the emergency room of our local hospital this past Sunday evening.  The official story is that Connor was victim of a "hit-and-run" involving a shopping cart at the grocery store an hour before this picture was snapped.  But what actually happened is: Connor was sitting in the seat of the buggy while his daddy was picking over the produce trying to find the freshest fruits available.  Connor's big brother stood up on the end of the cart causing the cart to do a 'wheelie' (as my husband describes it) landing Connor-man on the concrete floor penned by the unruly buggy.  X-rays show a "buckle fracture" just beneathe his knee cap.  We saw an ortho-pedic surgeon today.  He wants to give Connor a week in his "temporary cast" to allow the swelling in his leg to go down, and next week will re-cast him in a permanent cast that he will be confined to for six weeks. 

The shirt Connor was wearing at the time of accident bears extreme irony since his father tends to be the most accident prone man that has ever lived!

Let me tell you - in case you might have missed any previous post about Connor - he is all boy and knows one speed - full speed ahead!  As of right now he is still experiencing so much pain in his leg that he hasn't tried to move it much.  The few times he did try, he wasn't able to.  Keeping him still for so long is going to prove to be quite a task.  We are stocked up on coloring books and Leapster games.  Thank goodness for Netflix instant stream.  I hope to keep him well entertained and occupied in an effort to keep him from bouncing around too much.

This should be interesting...


  1. In CONNOR'S defense: it was NOT his crazy wild antics THIS time but that of his brother's :)

    Poor lil man! PRayers for you all!

  2. Connor has had so many bumps, bruises, and falls! that this is one in a long line of mishaps. Big brother was devastated that little brother was injured because of his actions... and is trying very hard to keep little brother happy and satisfied.

    Look at it this was. This is the first cast in almost thirteen years of children! It's possibly not the last though!!!

    Many prayers going up for all! May this be a special time of bonding you all closer than ever before!!!

  3. Good luck keeping Connor down with coloring books, etc.



  4. I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry! Poor fella! I hope he feels better soon. And I hope you can keep him busy when he does ;)

  5. Oh my gosh, I feel your pain. When Dagny was three, she and a friend were jumping on our bed when she fell off and fractured her leg (we should've known something was up. That was the quietest bed-jumping I have "never" heard.).

    Read lots o' books! We'll be thinking of y'all. And thanks for visiting my blog today. I appreciate the support!

  6. Oh my goodness, that sounds like something my boys would do... and of course our younger son would be the one to end up at the ER! That boy had stitches at 2 and staples in his head at 4.
    Thanks for stopping by and entering my giveaway!


Post a Comment

Thanks for stopping by!! Be sure to leave a comment so I'll know you were here!

Popular posts from this blog

Things to Know Before Owning a Golden Retriever:

Our oldest Golden Retriever will be six on April 1st. We got Scarlet when she was just six weeks old and quickly fell in love with her. Within another six weeks, we had our second Golden, Rhett. (Rhett passed away two years ago.) It has been five (almost six) years since we have had adolescent Golden Retrievers in our home. While I have often joked about the “first terrible two years” of a Golden Retriever’s life, I had truly forgotten just how trying a Golden puppy can be - that is until now. Cosmo will be one year old in a matter of weeks, and Rose Bud is six months old. Now all of the reasons we’d joked for so long over how hard it was to survive their puppy hood have come back to me. We’re learning again - the hard way.

With that in mind, I would like to share some tips on owning a Golden. Retriever.

Here are a few things you need to know:

1. You do not own a Golden Retriever. The more accurate description is that they own YOU.
2. Golden Retrievers will chew. If you do not provide the…


So it's been about 15 months since I blogged here.  Most days instead of in depth thoughts, I prefer to post pictures at .  It doesn't require as much brain activity.  But I chose to share this here because it was entirely too long to fit in a Facebook post.  (I do have have four kids after all.)

This was a lot of fun.  I interviewed each of my four kids separately so each answer was original and not "borrowed".  I gained some insight into my kids and learned a few things I need to work on.  And for some reason they all agree I'm obsessed with my dog.  What's up with that.

Here goes..  (Connor is 8, Isaac 12, Jaden 14, and Dacey is 16.)

MOM 1. What is something mom always says to you? Connor  – “You love me.” Isaac  – “God made you special and He and I love you very much.  Precious monkeys and all that jazz.” Jaden  – “If you keep doing that, you’re face will stick like that.” Dacey  – “Be who you are and say what you mean.  T…

Boon's Sunday Sermon #6 - Little Black Dog

Today we'd like to share a writing with you by one of our favorite authors: Elisabeth Elliot.  This piece is beautifully written and describes her thoughts on a dog's 'mortality'.  We hope it touches your heart as it has ours. 

Little Black Dog by Elisabeth Elliot
It is a late October morning of glorious sunshine in New Hampshire and I sit in an antique rocking chair by the window of an old house which was once a barn. The gray rocks on Mount Lafayette's broad summit are dusted with snow, and the sky is as blue as a sky can be. All that is still green today is the evergreens. Between them are the black line drawings of the thin leafless maples, wild cherries, aspens and birches. The feathery tamaracks are dark gold. Little yellow apples hang on one of the gnarled old trees of the orchard. I keep hoping a deer will come for them.

My friend Miriam and I drove up yesterday from Boston for a few days of quiet at my brother's place. Both of us brought a load of desk …