With A Cherry Fracture On Top

It has been a full weekend for this family of 5. An all family birthday party with The Blozulfogs, a kid’s road race (a 50 yard dash), a carnival complete with a ferris wheel and carousel ride and small stuffed teddy bears, a parade, the hottest day of 2008 (to date), a few hours kickin’ it slip-side on the local dock eatin’ elephant ears, funnel cake and cotton candy with family, Sunday school teachin’, yet another birthday party (a “a disco sparkle” party no less)… all topped off with *drum roll*… A fractured wrist!

All of our commitments and plans for our weekend of fun and more fun had come to an end. The afternoon was coming to an end. I had begun to think about what we would eat for dinner… Joel came into the house and said Olivia had fallen off the monkey bars and was crying. Dadddy went to check things out.

A half hour of crying later, we decided to seek professional help. By 5 we walked into the emergency room. By 5:30 Olivia had a bed in the hall. By 6 the x-ray tech had Olivia saying “cheese” for the picture By 6:59 the doctor gave us the news – a fracture of the wrist. By 7:3something-or-other Olivia and I were headed to Dairy Queen for dinner and ice cream… complete with wrapped arm and sling.

The girl did great. But she was a sight to behold sitting in that DQ. Not only was she eating a hot dog with one hand, she was eating it with one hand and one front tooth miserably loose. She was still dressed in her sparkly dress and shoes from the party earlier – and some sparkles still glistened in her hair… that loose tooth just flipped about as she negotiated the hot dog one-handedly.

When I tucked Joel into bed tonight – I found him crying. He was so sad and angry that his sister got hurt. He actually ripped his bedspread a little. Poor guy… precious guy. He may torment her regularly, but nothing/no one else better mess with her!

Tomorrow, I call the doctor. She gets to wear a cast for – oh – 2 months… ya know… now that it’s almost summer and all. Oh, and the cheer class that starts tomorrow… I’ll be asking for our money back.