Bruised but not broken

Last night Avrah got to spend the night with her cousins Abby and Ashy. They live about 45 minutes away. Judah got to spend the night at a friend’s house too. The house sure was a lot quieter without those two. We had family over for lunch today.

Hosea and Uncle Hat (what Solo calls Uncle Judah-my brother)

Then we went to pick up Judah and then we headed off to Pryor to pick up Avrah. Jeremy’s brother’s family has their own Sunday ritual of going 4 wheeling in the spring and fall and going out lake in the summer, so that is where we found them out 4 wheeling. It was such a beautiful day today and the kids where having such a fun time on the 4 wheelers.

Hosea on a 4 wheeler

Hosea and Micah

Don’t worry these two didn’t ride one that was on.

I on the other hand got to ride something more alive than a 4 wheeler. I got to go horseback riding. I haven’t been in a while, since it seems like I was pregnant or had a small baby for a long time. So I was glad to actually get to get back up on one. I was doing pretty well until we decided to go a little faster than a walk. Now the stirrups on the saddle on the horse I was riding were too short for me, so they told me not to put my feet in them, but when we started going faster I decided to go ahead and put my feet in them so as not to bounce around so much. Well somehow the horse I was riding on didn’t want to stop once we got going, and no amount of me pulling up on the reigns was slowing him down so a mixture of me being up in the stirrups and to far forward over his head and my inexperiencedness (not a word I know) caused me to slide over to the side out of the saddle and slide down to the ground and he stepped on my leg. He did stop as soon as I fell off though and I didn’t get dragged so that was good. I got up and dusted myself off and got back on him and rode him back. Yea me!

Here is what my leg looked like though

I’m pretty sure it isn’t broken, just bruised like my ego.