These milestones keep piling up

Every milestone is one to chronicle. The first tooth...words...steps...day of school...lost tooth...all are big deals in the lives of parents and children. Recently we have hit some milestones that I wish never had happened. First concussion. First major surgery. First sling due to a shoulder injury. And now this:



The nice man let her pick a color. Here he was putting a sock on her arm. Then this:



Then she was waiting for the color part and trying to process what was happening.



This was as excited as she got, well until she had some people sign it. This is not a milestone I had hoped for. A buckle fracture in the growth plate...FA la la la laaa la la la laaaaaaa. At least I talked her out of the florescent yellow cast. While it would be a good color to direct planes at the airport, it would really clash with the Christmas church dress. We settled on a lovely blue. The boy was both fascinated and concerned about his big sis, so he stuck to her like glue all evening:



She is giving a cast report to a relative while practicing her 12 tables. He, if you notice his fist, is knocking on the cast to see how strong it actually is.

I've had enough milestones for a while. I just want to keep them in bubble wrap and hold them.
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