Lost and Dislocated

I had another doctors appointment Friday. He said everything is looking great. Our little guy is measuring a little bit big but he said it is nothing to worry about. Not surprised. Pretty sure I am going to have a huge baby based on how big I was. We shall see though. We are still waiting to hear about jobs. Tagg flies to Texas on Tuesday for an interview in Dallas. He has a few things in the works so I am sure we will get an offer at some point. We are just being patient in the mean time. Nothing really new to update at this point. Life is just keeping us busy. But I do have a few funny stories...
First off, last Sunday, Tagg and I decided to let our turtle Hank out to get some exercise. We've done this before and it has never been a problem. Tagg just sets up a little barricade with the foil and cling wrap boxes so Hank can't get out. Well, this time, Tagg went to check on Hank after about 20 minutes and he could not find him anywhere. I didn't believe him but when I went over I couldn't find him either. I totally freaked out. We looked and looked for Hank for seriously about 45 minutes. Somehow he had pushed the boxes out of the way so he could make a run for it. After looking for so long I decided we needed to say a prayer to help us find him. After praying we looked for a bit longer and decided we better check under the fridge. Now, we couldn't roll the fridge out because if Hank was under there we would crush him. So, Tagg lifted the fridge up and I looked under it with a flashlight. I couldn't see Hank anywhere though. Tagg told me to get the broom and sweep under the fridge to see if we could pull anything out. So, I got the broom and Tagg lifted the fridge again. I swept once and didn't get anything. I swept again and Tagg yelled for me to keep going because he saw Hank. I swept like crazy and finally we were able to pull him out from under the fridge. I thought he might be dead, but when Tagg washed him off he said his eyes were wide open. I was so thankful he was alive still! I kept thinking that we were the most awful parents for losing him. Hopefully when our baby starts crawling towards the fridge I will be able to notice!
Here is a picture of Hank. Sorry it is a little blurry.

Tagg also became a doctor this week at his flag football game. One of the kids (Sam) on the team landed after trying to make a catch and grabbed his foot and started yelling "It's broken! AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" He continued to do so a few times. I see Tagg run over to him and it looks like he is trying to take his shoe off. A minute later Tagg and another guy carried Sam off the field and brought him over to the sideline. He still had his shoe on though so they took it off and his ankle was gynormous. Nothing looked broken though. Sam said that he had dislocated his foot and Tagg had popped it back into place. I couldn't believe it. Apparently, when Tagg ran over to Sam on the field, he realized that Sam's foot wasn't broken because it was locked into place and not dangling. So, he grabbed it and popped it back in. You may be wondering where Tagg learned what to do in a situation like this. I definitely was. Well, he said he saw it on a TV show once. A guy had dislocated his finger and someone had to pop it back into place. I also think it was instinct mixed with the spirit. I was a little worried that Tagg may not have popped it back the right way, but when the EMS people showed up, they were very impressed with Tagg's quick thinking and skills. Sam didn't have any ligament damage and part of that could have been because Tagg acted so fast. It makes me feel good knowing that if anything like that happens to our kid, Tagg knows what to do. I would have just stood there screaming like a little girl because it looked gross.
Other that that, nothing too crazy going on right now. We are staying busy watching a lot of basketball and we are looking forward to Spring Break in a few weeks! Texas, here we come.