OUCH!

Remember this?

Clint was two. Clint was rowdy. Clint fell down.

And today?

Clint is now four. Clint is still rowdy. And Clint fell down...again.

This time he fractured his elbow. The good news is that my Virgo-to-the-tee, slightly-OCD child's bone is exactly where it is supposed to be. Often with this type of injury the bone becomes very unstable, moving around all willy-nilly, and even requires surgery to repair it. But not my baby...not in my house! We like everything to be in it's place. Except our toys...and our dirty laundry...and our shoes.... Anyway, toys, laundry and shoes aside, this is a child who lines up his racecars exactly the same way every time he plays with them. And his trucks must sit big to small each time he gets them out. And he doesn't like his food to touch - everything should stay put on his plate far away from each other. See what I mean?

And because the bone is stable and he already knows his way around wearing a cast, we should be back to 100% rowdy in no time! We'll keep ya posted.