Friday night(June 18) we were madly packing for our vacation (this post coming soon) when we heard that awful scream you hear when you know that your child is truly hurt. I ran towards the scream and Mason was picking up Easton from a fall off the bed. We learned that night that Easton can get himself up onto his brother's bed all by himself. But the getting down is a different story. A trip to the ER revealed a hairline, spiral fracture of the tibia. So a week in a splint and three weeks in a cast are the result. Poor kid watched all the fun of vacation from the arms of a family member or his stroller.
Easton has adjusted well and keeps on moving. He had to revert back to crawling, which he was not too pleased about the first few days, but appears to not be bothered by it now. He has been a trooper and just gotten used to being carried or pushed in the stroller all the time when not at home. His only complaint comes when he gets the sponge bath, he loves his bath and Easton does not appreciate the water going and not being able to get in.
This was on the way home from getting his cast. Drew picked out the color.
