After 2 weeks of cleaning up vomit in the Carlson house, I finally thought we were on the mend and heading in the right direction for 2011. That was until 4:00 a.m. this morning! My wonderful, healthy, athletic, and very competitive husband still plays flag football with a group of buddies 2 nights a week. Over the past few years he has chipped a tooth, fractured a finger, sprained an ankle, and bruised a few ribs, but he insists this is a terrific way to keep his "heart healthy." He headed out last night for a late game that began at 10:00 p.m. while I was fast asleep with Mac curled up at my feet. At 4:00 a.m. I woke to find that Aron was still not home. My first thought was that he had gotten home late and fallen asleep on the couch. When he wasn't on the couch, I began to panic and went looking for my cell phone. As I was grabbing my phone to check for messages, I saw headlights coming up our driveway, but it wasn't Aron's car. At this point I became nauseous with fear. As I watch, I see Aron's buddy Johnny fumbling with Aron's keys trying to get into the house. I open the door to see Aron in not one, but TWO casts! He had broken both arms while jumping to intercept the football. Yes, I said BOTH arms!!! So needless to say instead of our house being on the mend, we are now trying to adjust to not having Aron there to help out physically. Anyone interested in shoveling our driveway???
One of Aron's x-rays

Johnny took this lovely picture of Aron while in the ER