The English Day 2 Day: A Cinderella Story

Ever since Rachel could walk she has liked to help me with housework. There are pictures of her folding laundry, loading and unloading the dishwasher etc. Her Great Uncle calls her Cinderella and says Mommy makes her work too hard. She also likes to take the swiffer mop and mop the floors, carpet, and walls (when I'm not looking). I recently noticed that the swiffer mop handle is several pieces snapped together. I took out a few pieces to make it just the right size for Rachel. She thought that was awesome. She mops all day long. She also sits straddles it and drags it around saying it's an airplane. Hours of fun with the swiffer mop. Until... Wednesday she was playing with the swiffer mop in the kitchen and she was standing straight up one minute and flat on the floor the next. The floor was not wet. This was just pretend mopping. The pediatrician mentioned the wet floor when I said she fell. No, it wasn't wet she's just accident prone like her Daddy. She cried unusually loud and long after this fall. I thought the mop may have pinched her or hit her hand or arm and she would get a bruise and be fine. Later that day I didn't notice anything until she tripped over my foot and caught herself and screamed again unusually loud and long. I checked her wrist and looked all over and she wouldn't show me where it hurt. I decided to watch how she used it and acted about it before taking her to the doctor. The next morning Grammy came over. Rachel was very calm and quiet, not her normal self. Then she slipped down the bean bag and caught herself with her hands again and cried yet again forever. This time when she finished she was tucking her arm up by her chest and not using it. Now it was time to go to the doctor. The x-ray showed a buckle fracture. When she fell, as 2 year olds do millions of times a day, she caught herself with her hands and it made the little bone in her forearm buckle and fracture. The good thing is it's minor and it will heal in 2-3 weeks and the little bone that pokes out in 2-3 years will look just like the other arm as if it never happened. That's the great thing about being a kid, you heal as though it never happened.

When the pediatrician called the orthopedic doctor he was hesitant to put the cast on himself and mentioned the ER and sedation. He thought that because she was two years old it would be difficult to do. The pediatrician sent us to him first to see if he would do it so we could avoid the ER. Rachel was sitting back there waiting for him to come laughing and playing with Daddy. When the Doctor came in he said, "is this the two year old with a broken arm?!" He then blew up a glove and put it on his head and Rachel and the Doctor began a back forth game of "you're silly, no you're silly." He put the cast on her arm and she thought it was neat. He couldn't believe she was a two year old who acted so cool and calm.

When we walked out of the office with the cast freshly on she was looking back as she was walking forward and tripped over a parking bump and if Daddy had not rushed over and caught her she may have 2 broken arms or a broken face! Poor little accident prone child.

After all this sitting in doctors offices and being x-rayed and casted and everything we took her to the cow cafe for some much deserved ice cream. Poor Luke had taken zero of his 3 naps because of all this excitement so he slept through the ice cream fun in the car.

The next morning Rachel woke up with her hot pink cast and walked right over to the closet and got out the swiffer mop and began mopping the kitchen...