28 days

Seriously?!
Poor Ellery Smellery. Broken again.
We made it a record 28 days out of the purple cast.


This time she wanted a white cast. Why white? Because it matches her blankie. But turns out white was only for the inside, so she settled for blue. Why blue? Maybe Elle can explain that one to you. Maybe while she's explaining that she can also explain why she was dancing on top of the Bakugan bin.

(yes it is really only 5 inches off the ground . . . )

When he saw us again, Dr. Richey took a deep and sympathetic breath and laughed. Maybe he has a soft spot for little kids who glow in the dark from too many X-rays that keep him busy, but he promised a faster recovery this time since "the fibers are already in the healing process" still from the last break. That didn't make any sense to me, but I smiled and nodded, and left grateful for not having to speak to hospital security or any DCFS case workers. Maybe they have hidden cameras in the waiting room and they saw her trip on the chair leg and totally yardsale - arms, legs, magazines, and a blown up latex glove scatter everywhere - and figured she really is "that kid". Maybe someday I will better understand her "no fear - go big, or go home" attitude and have the same excitement and zest for life that she does. But for now I will just sigh, love her anyway, promise to let her be herself, and then be at the ready to be her designated driver to the ER when she needs it.
Even if it's only been 28 days.