Tough break

Big Dub has had a rough month. Aside from dropping a brick on his toe on Christmas Day, he's also managed to burn his wrist on the toaster and break his leg at the park. Truth be told, that last one wasn't the little guy's fault. A brief synopsis: Nathan was swinging with Wil in his arms, the ground was wet, when Nathan stepped off the swing he slipped, and somehow in the process Wil's little tibia got munched. It was a very small fracture, so small, in fact, that there was neither swelling nor bruising. Thus, I didn't take him in for a few days, figuring a small sprain or something minor was keeping him from walking. It was definitely an AMM *awesome mom moment* when the doctor came out and showed me the x-rays. Yeah, I'm a good parent.









Well, the cast came off yesterday, and I have to give kuddos to my little guy for his amazing performance with the cast. Truly, not a minute of despair at having to drag around the heavy cast. He didn't complain for a second when it rubbed little callouses on his toes and thigh and he even figured out how to walk on it for the last couple of days. We called him peg-leg as he wobbled around on it; the cast ensured the knee was bent so he had to bend his other leg to compensate. People who witnessed the hobble weren't sure whether to express concern and sympathy, gawk in horror, or burst into laughter. I just giggled. He was just that much cuter as a little peg-leg pirate.
The whole experience could have been a lot worse--obviously the break could have been more severe. We were also fortunate to get a waterproof cast (did you know they even made these?) and take the cast off ourselves, no saws required. Just unwrapped it like a present.







And what a gift it is to have my little crazy man back to his usual tricks. He's not yet stable on it, but he's giving it 100% and I have no doubt I'll be chasing him down the isle at the grocery store soon enough.