I hate going to the doctor, I avoid at all costs. This week we lived there... grrrrrrrr.
Ty's leg looked like it was going to have to get cut off and we spent all week trying to get it figured out. Good news: He kept his leg!
A couple days after ty's leg injury started, I took Preston for a run with me and he rode his scooter. He fell off and hit a cement curb and needed stitches. I had to have Ty come hobble over to help me! He drove to pick us up since I was out of our neighborhood with a crying bloody toddler, a dog and a scooter. He saved the day. A man in our ward heard the cries and came and held my dog for me, it was so sweet.
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