Happy Birthday Ryan!

My sweet sweet brother turns 10 today!!
We love you buddy!
Your Family!

My Brothers!!!

Why do I love my brothers? Because they are what make me laugh when I am sad, they cheer me up when I am sick, they laugh with me, and they mean so much to me. Ryan was number 5 after 4 girls. Then 2 more girls came along. He was so sweet with us. We carried him around like a big baby doll and he never complained! Michael is our blessing, after Mommy had miscarried three times we didn't think there would be any little Pritchetts! But God was - oh-so-good and along came Michael!! It is fitting that his name means "Who is like God?" . 

Where would be with out our brothers? Not very far! There are a lot of times I turn to Ryan and ask him, "do you have your knife?". And he does and he comes and cuts it for me! 

This is what God gave brothers to us for. Companionship and friends!

A Tribute To Our Brothers!!!

I was thinking about my brothers yesterday! About Ryan who is wearing that hot cast and his only complaint is that he can't work anymore!!! And about Michael who is our little blessing! So I challenge our readers to post a "Tribute to our Brothers!" post and leave a comment to let us know you did! What do your brothers do for you? It doesn't matter if you are a girl or boy comment on your brother!!! 

I am posting mine tomorrow!!!

TM!

Today while we were finishing up lunch and our chores, Ryan was singing a song he made up...

"8 little hedgehogs sitting in a tree. One fell out and broke his knee. Mamma called the doctor, and the doctor said, "no more hedgehogs sitting in the tree!" Etc, Etc. 

The Rachel started singing it, except, she made the doctor say "Why are your hedgehogs  in the tree?" Ryan turned to her and said," You can't sing that! It's my song!" Rachel told him she had changed some words. To this he replyed, "You can't change words! It's T M! It's Ryan's Hedgehog song T M" "What's T M?" "Text - Mark." "No! Trade Mark! TM is for trade mark!"

Ryan's Arm

Well last night at 7:00 we were in the kitchen making dinner when we heard Ryan start repeating over and over, "it's broken! Get Mommy!" We thought he was pretending and just laughed and went back to work. When he didn't stop I went out to check on him, I picked him up to tickle him for scaring us and saw his wrist. Half of it was a lump and the other half was sunken. I looked at Mommy and said, "It's really bad." 

We ran and got Daddy, put Ryan on the sofa, and called the hospital. 10 minutes later Ryan, Daddy, and Emily were on their way down town to Childrens. We at home ate a cold quiet dinner and prayed for our little man. 

Daddy kept emailing us from his phone with updates and calling us. Our Dr. said from Mommy's phone description it sounded as if two bones were broken and the growth plate. If this were the case it could mean surgery to put in pins. But - Praise the Lord! He is Good! - around 11:00 Daddy called to say they were about to put him to sleep to set the bone. He didn't need surgery. He had only broken one bone. And a cast made everything right. So.... they were home at 12:30 trying to find food as they had missed dinner. This morning Ryan is up and laughing!

Best Friends.