Dem bones

It was bound to happen. Almost six years, three children. . . we've had rashes, fevers, chipped teeth, bee stings, hives, ear infections, bladder infections, constipation, diarrhea. . .what are we missing???? Oh yes, the bone injury. No broken bones, no fractures, no sprains----nah, nah, nahnahnah!

And then, yesterday. . .scratch that last one off the list.

The story my oldest (who is 5 1/2) told the people in the emergency room was odd but true. "I was on the purple dinosaur's head and mommy was on too when mommy saw (the youngest) about to walk into a huge pile of horse poop, so she jumped up and I fell off the dinosaur head".

The parental instinct to protect your children from walking into poop is so strong. I lost all judgment and leapt off the purple dinosaur (no, not this purple dinosaur) without even thinking about physics and that rule that says something about "one body leaping off a bouncy object will throw the other body into the air, even if that other body is your precious first-born".

Fortunately, my first born is made of brave stuff that I never got. She cried just once at the hospital, when the nurse tried to straighten her poor sore elbow. Five hours and six x-rays later, they have concluded that they "aren't sure" what is wrong. Too much fluid in her elbow to see if there is either a hairline fracture or something else that I heard the doctor say and then immediately forgot.

Today we are off to the orthopedic doctor I have yet to find. Three little children and I in an unfamiliar doctor's office.

I should have let him step in the poop.