On Saturday evening after a fun filled day at the caves, Dave and I were upstairs resting and the boys were playing downstairs. When what to my wondering ears do I hear, but Turner screaming and crying. So I sent Dave down to see what was going on. No sooner does he get downstairs then Hayden in upstairs explaining to me that Turner tripped over a little toy truck and fell. He then proceeds to tell me that Turner has cut his side and is bleeding. He of course neglects to tell me that after Turner fell over the truck, he, Hayden fell on top of Turner.
So Dave brings Turner upstairs and he is all emotional and tired. There is no cut on his side and no blood anywhere. So I hug on him some and get him in his jammies and hold him until he falls asleep, which really didn't take anytime at all. I then put him to bed in his room and go about the rest of my evening.
Come Sunday morning I hear my sweet boy crying and calling for me through the monitor and I go to his room to get him up and dressed for church. He is quite happy through the entire procedure until I put him down, at which point he gets really sad, grabs the side of the bed and says, "It hu'ts, it hu'ts." While at the same time favoring his right leg.
So Dave took him into the urgent care where they proceed to send him to the pediatric emergency center. And my sweet little Turner broke his leg.
It is just a fracture, but that boy is milking it for all it is worth. They wrapped it up at the emergency room and referred us to an orthopedic surgeon. So on Tuesday we took Turner in and the orthopedic doctor confirmed it was a break/fracture called a "toddler's fracture" apparently very common in toddlers, go figure. I wanted to get him a purple cast, because no matter what color something is if you ask him, it is always "puple". But I got overruled and he ended up with a green cast.









