Consider yourself warned.
If you are ever caught in a thunderstorm, run far away from anyone in our family. Otherwise, you may get struck by lightning.
If you are hoping to catch a homerun ball at a major league baseball game, don't sit next to us. The ball will probably bounce off your head into the hands of the guy behind you, who happens to be obnoxious and laden with barley.
It seems that sometimes, many times, the stars just don't align correctly at our house.
Case in point: Please note the neon yellow, full length leg cast sported by Livvy at picture right.
Wouldn't you know. Last Wednesday, Liv fractured her tibia. The break was a result of an incident at the playground involving dad and Livvy on the slide, a very fast ride down, and what seems to have been an unsteady landing. By Thursday, knowing something was wrong when she wouldn't bear any weight, wouldn't play on the cool play equipment while Camille was at PT, and most importantly, wouldn't run to the kitchen for chocolate, we limped off to the doctor and ended up with four weeks of casted bliss.
What can you do but laugh? After all, it isn't permanent and no one died.
So, this brings us to things about the whole incident that make me laugh:
- Upon leaving the park on Wednesday, Livvy turned to Bill and said, "Maybe next time we will just use the swings."
- On Thursday, Bill met us at the peditrician's office and we drove together to the pediatric orthopedic office for casting. Forgetting that we had left the car at Dr. Cicero's, we settled the girls in at home and waited for the babysitter, who was coming so we could go to Camille's kindergarten information night. With the stars off again, the babysitter forgot, so I headed off to the meeting while she scrambled over to relieve Bill. Of course, the car was still at Dr. Cicero's, so Bill ended up coming to the meeting in style--in the babysitter's black Volkswagon Beetle with a bumper sticker reading, "I drink the beer I brew." Dear God, please don't let anyone at the school have been looking out the window.
- What a sight we must have been. A pregnant lady walking down the sidewalk carrying a three-year-old in a neon cast, dishing out oreintation directions to Camille, who was following behind with her cane in tow, hollering out, "Mommy, how do you spell, 'take a right?'"
Well, now it's Monday. Liv is settled in at Grammie and Pappie's house in Kearney for the week as dear Papps insisted she come stay for a week of vacation. So...the stars are now aligned. Liv is tickled pink and in her glory with all of the attention, and the pregnant lady is a lot less tired.
3 comments:
Shoot....that is a string of bad luck. Glad to see that Liv is "happy" and "occupied" with her new cast. Reese broke his tibia and donned a similar bright orange cast when he was about her age....and in March too. It didn't seem to bother him at all and he learned how to scoot on his bottom with his casted leg held in the air. We did end up renting a wheelchair for whenever we were out and about as he was too heavy to carry, too young for crutches, and too big for the stroller with a leg that couldn't bend to rest on the footrest. At least I wasn't pregnant!!! =) Take care and let us know if you need help with anything.
Oh Jen. I had to read this twice just to be able to laugh out loud again. What did they used to sing on "Hee Haw"? "If it weren't for bad luck, we'd have no luck at all!"
But, as I reminded Bill, when he was a child under my watch he got his foot stuck in the mini-bike tire, his toe caught in the lawn mower starter and I remember one incident at the Sumner park when he went down the slide head-first and split his tongue open. And that's just the physical abuse he endured!
All part of growing up, I guess ...
Oh, no! I'm so glad you're getting a little relief this week...thank goodness for grandparents! You must be exhausted. I hate to say that Livvy looks so cute in her full-leg cast...but she does! :-) Hope healing goes quickly and she learns to get around on her own a little bit this week. TAKE CARE! :-)
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