Tiny Little Fractures on Tiny Little Girls

Oh my big 200th post was about London breaking her leg! How sad! I need to post a picture of the new cast, but in the meantime, here's the super-lame story:

Sunday night we were playing on the floor. London jumped up from my lap to run away, tripped over my foot, and landed with a scream. A long, long, awful scream that came back every time we touched her leg or tried to get her to stand on it. Luckily my father- and brother-in law were in town, so we left Gavin with them and took her to the hospital. Four hours later we were home with a little pink splint, inconclusive x-rays, and an appointment with a pediatric orthopedic surgeon. The next day we saw the surgeon and she traded the splint in for a candy-cane striped cast all the way up her thigh. It's an occipital fracture, which means it's tiny, but will get worse if it's not in a cast. We're hoping the cast will come off at her appointment in two weeks. She's hobbling around like a peg-legged pirate on it, and thinks it's an awesome new cowgirl boot!

I was just looking through old posts looking for my Christmas stocking list, and I was laughing at some of the silly things Gavin used to say. I'm so glad I've recorded those! London is talking a lot now, too, and every word just cracks me up. A few days ago she was in her high chair begging for lunch. When I set down the peanut butter sandwich, she got so excited. "Oh, wow! Thanks, mom! That's amazing!" And people say motherhood is thankless! I made a peanut butter sandwich. And I'm amazing.