baby, trucks, wallets and broken bones! oh my!

A fun filled adventure is always evident in the Rhoton household. It just seems as of late we have have been getting hit a little harder. I am happy to say that (for the most part) we have been handling everything quite well and just have been rolling with the punches. We are the luckiest of the unluckies we always say. After the whole fiasco with Tate's arm (he is doing great by the way) , we woke up last Wednesday and found that Chad's truck had basically been chop shopped right in our drive way in the night. There were tons of parts that had been cut out of the bottom with a plasma cutter and his truck was just a goner. The police man told us that the thieves are professional and target trucks with lifts much like our redneck truck. They steal parts that have platinum in them as well in order to sell the platinum which is going for 1,800 an ounce at the moment. This of course FREAKED the kiddos out seeing as how the bad guys were right under there windows in the night doing the job. It made for some pretty scared little kiddos that just could not understand why someone would do that to our truck. We got through it (I think chad only swore once.....maybe) and then we had the big upset of this past Monday morning when Chad was supposed to work in phoenix and had to go rent a car only to find he had lost his wallet! We could not find it anywhere! Since we only had the Tahoe (truck was still in the shop) I just sent him on his way with my car and my debit card so he would not be late. Wouldn't you know that Monday ended up being the day I went into preterm labor.......oh yes it is true......Briggs decided He was done with this small space he was being forced to live and was coming whether or not we wished it.......I frantically found a way to the hospital and luckily they were able to stop it. I was a little scared being at the hospital alone with out Chad and hoping that my kids were all o.k. I am one tough lady. Chad did high tail it home and was with me at the hospital that night. Thank you di for taking over my motherly duties! I was poked and prodded and finally released and now find myself on bed rest for the third time on medication. THIS WILL BE OUR LAST BABY...please remind me of this because I know in a year or two I will forget again. The happy news to all of this is we finally found Chad's wallet! Tate and Livia had hidden it on Sunday night in a toy box at the end of Tate's bed.