The Broken Arm

Leave it to the fifth child to get the first broken arm. Carter broke his arm the Sunday before Father's day. We'd just gotten home from church, and in a frenzy to get everyone changed before the home teachers came, Carter fell off his bed. He did not fall off the top bunk mind you, just the bottom. He and Parker were playing around going over the bed guard, and that's when he fell. A lot of good the guard did. Anyway, he cried, but after taking advil seemed to be fine. After two days of still whining now and then, I finally took him in. Carter just is not one to complain about pain. Well, he had a buckle fracture of both bones in his arm.
Boy did I feel like a bad mom. Anyway, Carter is one tough cookie, and his arm didn't slow him down one bit.



Ignore the boogers on the slide picture.