Busted

We have our first broken bone - we aren't surprised that it is our little Climber Carly. Carly broke her wrist last night. Anna was the only eyewitness so we aren't exactly sure how it happened but she somehow fell off the top of the slide in our backyard on to the cement. She was probably trying to do some acrobatic move. We kept asking Anna different questions about what happened and she was almost in tears trying to answer us. Carly couldn't even talk she was crying to hard! We think she must have landed on her wrist because the doctor called it a 'compression fracture.' She was crying hysterically after it happened (which isn't totally abnormal) so we thought she hurt it pretty bad. She woke up in the middle of the night as well complaining that it hurt. She wouldn't use it at all this morning so we decided we better take her in to get it checked out. So far she has been a great sport about it, although she has already asked me if she could take it off. She has to have it on for almost a month. It is a removable cast that she can take off for a bath. The doctor said this kind is better because you can clean the skin and the risk of infection is low. Somehow I don't think this will be Carly's only broken bone. Uncle Brock calls her the monkey, I would say the name fits perfectly.