Last Thursday morning I was on my way out the door when I got a phone call from the school that Bridget was hurt and wanted me to come pick her up. I asked what happened and the receptionists were vague - she hurt the back of her leg, something, something, monkey bars. It flashed into my mind that time I made her go to school when her collar bone was broken, so I changed my plans and picked her up. Poor thing was sitting in the office, tears streaming down her face, her legs up on a chair. The second thing I noticed was her ankle was the size of a golf ball. (Thanks for the diagnosis, ladies at the front desk!)
This photo was taken this morning. Bridget has been such a trooper. We spent all afternoon on Thursday at the doctor, then at the hospital getting X-rays, then back to the doctor to get a boot. It took us until Saturday to find crutches the right size for her. They are small. Tiny Tim small.
Bridget has a smile on her face most of the time. She likes the attention :), but I've found her whimpering in her sleep and I think she's already getting bored. It's going to be a long four weeks. At least she won't miss out on ski season, though. We can be GLAD of that. I think we should hang on to those crutches - they're rentals.
In other big news, the boys got haircuts. We're testing out a new style on Colin. I think it suits him.
Emil put on the Lightning McQueen boot for this photo. The better to feel Bridget's pain. Emil and Colin have been sweet to bring Bridget stuff and not wrestle near her broken ankle. Awww.