The saga of the broken foot

Some time in the past, I am going to start my stories like this now because I am so terrible at keeping track of time, Izzy jumped off of Gwiny's day bed. It was about 8 p.m. I know this because I had just put them in bed and was waiting the alotted 15 minutes of quiet time before giving them a drink and turning off the lights. I heard Izzy start to scream, but they scream at each other a lot, so I walked in there not particularly in any hurry to find Izzy crumpled over holding her foot. I pick her up and call RJ in and we look at Izzy's foot that is already starting to swell. She has stopped crying and we lay her in the toddler bed with her foot on a pillow and a bunch of ice. We give her tylenol and let her watch a movie on the portable DVD player until she falls asleep. At 4 am she tries to walk into the living room and starts screaming. I carry her to the living room and she immediately goes back to sleep.

8 am. Izzy awakens and says her foot still hurts. I call the doctor. Then we carry Izzy into the bathroom and keep her off her foot. The doctor orders X-Rays. Izzy and I go to lunch at McDonalds while we wait for the results of her xrays to be sent to our doctor. And the guy at the table overhears this conversation shortly after my phone call. " Hey Izzy, you need to stop sitting like that." " Why?" " Because you are sitting on your foot and the doctor says it is broken." " My foot is broken? Oh man." So we rush out to Cynthia's house ( Thank you for your patience that day Cynthia, while I was acting like

a crazy person and Izzy is complaining that she wanted to go home. And thank you for the tylenol because we never would have made it through the day without you.) to print off the insurance card that was snaked out of my wallet by my thieving youngest daughter. We get to our destination, take more Xrays of her feet to make sure it didn't disturb any growth plates and I hear this:

Your daughter has a seriously broken foot. I mean really broken. She has a buckle fracture on her 2nd metatarsal. A complete fracture on her 3rd metatarsal. And a unicordial break on her 4th metatarsal. That means her 2nd has bent out sideways, her 3rd has snapped in two, and her 4th is bent one way and broken on the other side

. I am amazed she could touch it to show me where it hurt let alone grabbing it.

Mama, I wanna go home.

I am sure you want to go home, says the guy giving her a cast. We see grown men crying about a break like this. We hope you like your purple cast.

We go home and end day 2 of broken Izzy. Gwiny and Emma take extra good care of her.

By the end of day 5 of broken Izzy, she has learned how to run, jump, skip, dance, and spin using her cast. But she still wants it off.

By the end of day 6 she knows it isn't coming off for a while because of the paper chain we make to show how many days until her doctors appointment. She hasn't asked about it again.

But now she hates bath time because she can't play in the bath and we have to work as a team to keep her foot out of the water.

She came home with 10 cards from her preschool class. 6 were from Ava and have the greatest pre-school depiction of broken Izzy. I love this picture so much.

Because it has just taken me this long to get this blog post up. Izzy is now out of her cast. I really need to get better at this being on time with my blogs.

2011 Holidays

We had a wonderful holiday season this year. While I tend to forget most things, here are some fun family facts from the 2011 holidays.

- We attended the Linker's 2nd Annual Christmas Party and, as always, had a blast. I did almost get a smack from Cynthia when I tried to smell her. Kara stole my gift in the gift game, even though I am pretty sure last year she said she doesn't usually do that. Either that gift was really good or she isn't afraid of me like everyone else is. ha ha!

- We woke up Christmas morning in our own home this year. That was priceless.

- I had to sleep on the couch Christmas Eve/Christmas morning because the girls woke up about 15 minutes after Santa came and I had to keep them out of their stockings all night.

- We spent 6 days between my parents and In-laws and had a blast!

- Mom and Dad watched the girls New Years Eve. I drank a pink cosmo with cotton candy in it and celebrated New Years at 12:00 est. even though we were on central, so we got back before the throngs of drunkards hit the streets.

- I saw a girl at TGIFridays who thought she saw Justin Bieber. She had serious Bieber fever, screaming, jumping up and down, ect. Until her brother pointed out that it was just an old guy at the bar.

- We had to tell Cory goodbye again and the girls only cried once.

- And our Big News ...... Gwiny learned how to ride a bike with no training wheels!!

So here's to you 2012: In hopes that you treat us just as well, if not better, than 2011!

And as a side note, I looked up the stats on who is looking at my blog and I have had 4 people that ended up here because they searched " She got a spanking." or something spanking related. They are mostly from Russia. So I could call myself an international blogging sensation. But they probably all ran away when they realized it wasn't sexy spankings. Oh no, see what just happened there? I wonder how many hits I will get from that phrase? Well, thats that then.