You know how band-aids fix anything? Well, some times bigger band-aids are required.
Eli fell off
the couch last night. He just rolled right off. He fell on his wrist, and was really upset. Being the good mom I am, I told him to suck it up and that he'd be fine. Well, hours later he was still complaining about it, and so, being the good mom I am I wrapped it up in a tensor and told him he'd be fine. He was so excited for his cast on his broken arm. Of course Silas wanted one too, so we fixed up his broken foot. He couldn't have been more pleased.
If you were worried, Eli was still complaining this morning, so, for only
the second time in his entire life I took him to the doctor, who disappointingly told him that his arm wasn't broken and wouldn't require a real cast. We went home quite dejected, but somehow I think he's going to make it.