I had taken Keith to the dentist while it was baking, thanks to this "so thankful it wasn't worse" situation.  When I got home, the house smelled like Apple Bread, but surprisingly, Elias and Malachi were the ones taking care of all the other littles. Where was Matt??

He was in great pain. Somehow while I was gone, he had wrenched his back quite badly. Yikes, now what? (We had planned to take all 8 littles to the zoo that day. 8 littles because our former foster son has been visiting so we have an extra 4-year-old right now.)

We sent Matt to bed and the big guys helped me finish packing a picnic and loading the kids into the van. Malachi went to the zoo with us instead of Matt and all was well (as well as it can be when you have 8 kids 9 and under, you can't find a parking spot at the zoo, and 3 kids are screaming all at once for a variety of reasons).

See the Apple Bread? Not so bad. Little crumbly chunks can still get eaten.