But she LOVES it. Especially when she learned that not only can she draw on it, but she got to pick the color. She decided purple was her favorite color. As of then. News to me...
Luckily I wasn't there when it happened.... I think it may have been more traumatic for me than her. I was in San Diego for a shoot, and Ross took the girls to Orange County for my nephew's birthday party. Within like five minutes of arriving to the park, she slipped through the bars and hooked her elbow on the way down, fracturing it right down the middle. Luckily the alignment wasn't off--- so it was a simple quick cast.
Four weeks to go, and I think it might be a sad day for her. She's a rock star. "Knock on it, it feels like a rock--". Not sure she's going to want to part with it.
Ok and I will confess for my record's sake, that she stayed with Ross all day Saturday, and we stayed home from church on Sunday to let her rest--- nope, didn't go straight to the hospital. She seemed to be improving. :/
On Sunday, I realized that she couldn't walk or move an inch for fear of the pain. She lay in one spot, ate a pb sandwich off of her belly laying flat, and had me bring her a nice full sippy of ice water. One who's lid I did not properly secure. And who's contents dumped all over my poor, broken girl. She bawled, catching her breath from the flood of freezing cold water, begging me to take off her soaked shirt, but unable to move a finger of her right arm, I saw no other choice-I had to cut it off in pieces. Hence my large, gapey shirt in the sling photo--- I learned my lesson....
Finally Monday morning I swept her off to the pediatrician and he took one look at the swelling-- "I'd be shocked if it wasn't fractured"--- off to the orthopedic and the rest is history.
Now her worst frustration is that it's harder to color in the lines, and sometimes her S's are backwards when she writes her name with her left hand. I can tell it's confusing to her. But the magnificent purple trophy on her arm makes it all worth it.
She's a trooper.