What a week!

I have no pic's to post tonight. Just some thoughts. Daren is already in bed and I am a little lonely. Last night he sprained his ankle. We thought it might be broken, but a trip to InstaCare this AM confirmed otherwise. Either way, it's going to be a long recovery time and he has a nice, fat, purple ankle. I may provide pictures at a later date-- when he is in the mood to be photographed. It's been quite the week. Such a miserable one that I don't even care to recount the incidents that made it that way. We did have one nice highlight. Thursday evening we went to the play The Scarlet Pimpernel. Daren's parents came with and it was really enjoyable. President Monson was there!

A quick "funny" before I go. Actually, I'm not sure that it's all that funny. Noelle will randomly come up to me and pat my stomach and say: "Your tummy is getting bigger, right mommy?" She has done that at least three times this past month. I'm not sure what to think of this. I am not pregnant. Is my tummy growing? I'm exercising harder than I ever have before, but I still get this nice comment from my very HONEST 3 year old. What do you think?