Well, Andrew has finally joined the broken leg club. Yes, you heard me right, he broke his leg. He was jumping on the tramp with all the Hunt cousins last night when he was brought in crying. The word was that Andrew fell down on the tramp and he was pretty distraught. We tried to calm his down the best we could; but when he was still upset after getting his blanket and binkie, we knew something was really wrong. Having experienced this before (twice), I knew when he wouldn't stand up on his own that there really was a problem. We took him into the ER and after x-rays discovered that he broke his tibia in his left leg just below the knee. We contacted the Orthopedic doctor today and they suggested that we wait a week or so to put it in a cast because of the swelling. Andrew's in a splint right now and as long as you're not changing his bum he's pretty comfortable. He doesn't quite understand that he can't walk on it and has tried to get down and walk a couple of times. It's going to be a great time at Gorge - luckily he's not as heavy as Zach and we're used to carrying him around. But it has greatly limited his activity and I'm anxious to see for how long he's content to just sit around. We may be taking lots of walks in the wagon to get him outside once in a while.
BTW - This is our third broken leg in a year!