Two weeks ago Eli fell and broke his arm.
Everywhere we go people ask something along the lines of, "Hey buddy! What happened to your arm?" and Eli falls quiet. Last Sunday on our way to church Daniel told him that if someone asked what happened that he should tell them he fell on it and it broke. We laughed and said that he would probably say, "My daddy said to say…" He has done a pretty good job of answering questions though without sounding like he's covering up a child abuse scenario. And he has thoroughly enjoyed collecting signatures of all his favorite people. After I had explained that once he got his hard cast that he could get his friends to sign it that was the basis for most of our conversations. And that evening he went next-door where two older girls (8 and 10) happily signed and our new neighbors (also two girls) and their mom signed also.
He's been an absolute dream during this ordeal. He's not complained about the cast itching or being uncomfortable and he's never complained about pain. Not even in the first couple days. The ER did a fantastic job setting the bones back in place and he's only having to wear the cast for 3 weeks total (2 weeks to go!) We also got the waterproof cast that allows him to bathe and swim without having to put a bag over his arm. I'm sure it helps cut down on the stink as well…which is good because Eli is a total smell freak. He will let you know how funky your breath is and he's always the first to detect someone passing gas.
Sorry if this freaks you out but here is his arm after he broke it. The kid hardly cried and this is what his arm looked like. I don't know if it's because it happened so close to bed time or because he really is a super hero. I feel like his staying so calm helped me. I cried a little less than he did.
Not a whole lot of things have happened since the arm breaking incident other than the temperature reaching a wicked 99ยบ.
