Sunday (1/30/11) night we went to Carla's house to celebrate January birthdays. Deacon decided to jump of a children's picnic table. That was it. Nothing spectacular. I knew he'd break a bone one day, I just thought it would be with more flourish (like at the park where he likes to jump off a seven foot structure). I actually saw him jump off the table in the corner of my eye and it didn't seem that bad. But when he came crying to me he wouldn't stop bawling---which he'll usually jump right back in to what he was doing. When I held him to calm him down he said, "Mom, it hurts. I mean it REALLY hurts." Then I looked at his wrist and it was obvious that it was broken. So Nathan and I loaded him in the car to go to urgent care and all he could cry about was "I want my transformer". So we brought it to him and then all he could ask about was when he'd get to play with his cousins again. We told him that he needed to get a cast on his arm. He said, "Then can I go back and play with Bennett's cousins?"
I didn't realize they don't put a cast on right away. The splint it for a few days to allow the swelling to go down, then they cast it. So he had a big old splint on and when he'd lay down to sleep it would stick straight up. He called it "tall like a tower". The next morning I told him it was time for breakfast and he said, "but I don't want to eat yet, because I need 2 hands to eat." I had to break it to him that he wasn't going to have two hands for awhile....
This was just the splint part Sunday night. Deacon got an extra sticker from the nurse because she used an expletive in front of him.
Being silly for the camera.....
.....but this is what he really looked/felt like when not hamming it up:
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