if ever there was a day to drink a diet coke, this was it

Grady broke his arm yesterday.

Yes, the first broken bone of the Scroggins house belongs to Grady, the one with such a history already. I guess I'm due-I put my parents through many ER trips, casts, crutches, stitches, and ace bandages. I just didn't expect the payback to start at age 3...I was ready for it to start in just a few more years.

God's funny with his little plan sometimes, isn't He?

Yesterday, when I went to pick Grady up from his "bigger and stronger school", his class was on the playground. Just as I turned the corner, Grady fell out of one of those Little Tyke cars onto the ground-something he does constantly, but this time his weight landed just a little too hard on his forearm. He didn't buffer his fall with his butt, or other arm, or side, or anything-nothing hit the ground but his arm. Needless to say, he was very upset at that time, but he seemed to become increasingly more upset as we drove away. Plus, he only wanted Todd. "I want my Daddy. He's my best friend!" So, I called Todd-told him about the incident, and asked if we could drop by work for a minute. We did, and by that time I had decided Grady wasn't using his left arm-at all. After Grady (very pitifully) explained to Todd that he was his best friend, we all headed to the clinic for an xray. Once there, we called our pediatrician who then sent us straight to the Imaging Center.

As a sidenote, we have developed a unique relationship with our pediatrician, and now when we call-she knows there is usually something that needs immediate response. You might remember Madison somehow wedging her earring back into her ear, or Tanner's spider bite turned infection. Those are just the most recent traumas we've experienced. There are many others that I could add to the list. I'm not sure why we are so susceptible to these moments, so I'm going to go with God's plan again. He only gives us what we can handle, right? I guess he thinks I'm pretty stable. He's so silly.

But back to the story-Grady survived the Xray, with his emotions not too out of whack. The radiologist confirmed the break, and our beloved pediatrician called me with the plan: Wrap overnight with an ace bandage, and head to her office in the morning for splinting or casting. So, this morning-that's what we did. I can't believe how well Grady sat and let the nurse do her thing, but he did. Once the cast was on, he proceeded to bang his arm on everything since 1-it didn't hurt anymore, and 2-it was a "rock". We celebrated with donuts and a new toy. We spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing at home-out of the rain.

Grandad stopped by with a "get better soon" present, and was the first to sign the cast. (He even brought his own sharpie!). Gran bonded with him for a few minutes while I ran Madison to gymnastics, and Grandmom left a little surprise on our kitchen counter while we were out. He seems to be managing the new appendage pretty well, but, overall-an exhausting day. really.