My sweet snuggle puppy, Brady, broke his leg! I wish I had some dramatic, fabulous story to explain how we ended up in the ER last Tuesday night, but I don't. We were all in the den watching Nim's Island (which I plan to finish watching in a little while). Brady was just walking across the room and the next minute we heard his head hit the floor. Jeremy and I don't get too worked up over falls because, with two toddlers, they happen a lot at our house. However, this fall was different.... The screaming was different....The look on his face was different..... Tickling did not make him laugh.......M&Ms did not distract him........
So, long story short....X-rays in the ER showed a spiral fracture to his tibia. We left in a full splint from foot to hip. Luckily, the orthopedist we saw said he would heal in 3 to 4 weeks and allowed the cast to come below his knee. Brady must have taken an awkward step and twisted his leg.
They pulled out all the colors for him to choose from for his cast. Jeremy was rooting for purple for Furman, I was rooting for red (accent red for South), but Brady said, "orange!" I guess he still has faith left in the VOLS!
This was a lesson to us that you can never completely prevent your children from getting hurt. I'm that crazy mother who can't enjoy a play date at the park because instead of conversing with the other moms, I am trying to be a personal spotter on every piece of playground equipment. Oh, well...I guess I better get started on installing a padded room!

Pooh, who is Brady's favorite pal, came along for comfort and ended up with a cast too!