...And apparently, so can tripping over your own two feet.
Add to that little trip up 30 pounds of force landing on chubby little knees and what do you get? A proximal tibial fracture and a bright red cast that goes from toe to thigh.
Our Little Man is a pretty rough and tumble boy, so when he fell two days ago and cried the horrible hurt cry I've only heard a few times in his life, I knew it wasn't a boo boo that could be cured with cuddles and kisses.
Little Man is faring pretty well--he's in good spirits and figuring out how to crawl around with his cast on. He gets frustrated when he can't stand up, but we're keeping him surrounded by all his favorite toys on ground level.
The cast is also an excellent noisemaker. Not only does it make a satisfying scraping noise when dragged along the ground, but it is like a built in drum.
And so with a determined expression our Little Man manuevers around the house, rediscovering nooks and crannies on floor level he hasn't seen in a few months, because he's been too busy running past them. Did you know the chair rung makes an excellent train track? Or that underneath the bookcase is a perfect matchbox car tunnel?
Every cloud has a silver lining.
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