So just this morning I blogged on how fortunate we were to avoid going to the ER last Tuesday.
And this afternoon, Ethan pushed George off the back steps and he landed on his elbow. Broke the ulna.
Took all three kids to Lakewood ER, and he’s got a temporary cast until we can follow up with the orthopedic.
I texted George to let him know what was going on; he replies with “Broke crown on tooth.” Great. So now I get to try and schedule a dentist appointment for him in addition to dealing with these three at the ortho tomorrow.
Wish me luck. No, wish me patience — this kind of luck I can do without.