...We had a wonderful morning/early afternoon at my parent's gold club. Dan and the kiddos made some awesome things for me and, well, it was just a really nice day.
...And the day ended with Anne getting a cast on her wrist. Yes, she broke her wrist falling off of the couch late last night.
The thing that kills me about it is that in eight and a half years, we have never had a broken bone here. Three wild and crazy boys who climb trees, fly down the sidewalk on the bikes and it's the couch that gets Anne. Go figure.
It is a clean break that they didn't even have to set and she has the cutest little cast which the other kids will love to color and decorate for her. She has to have it on for six to eight weeks and we have to see a Pedi Ortho seven days from now.
See, I told you....our house is like a goodie bag full of surprises.
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oh, poor anne! so sad!!
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