The family making their mark on Bear's "bum wing" (as a lady at the zoo called it today.)
More on the accident for those interested:
The boys and I were at the top of the stairs packing a box, when Bear started heading down them. I accompanied him halfway down and then left him to go down the rest of the way by himself because he has been pretty competent going up and down on his own (in crawling fashion). But sure enough, as soon as I get to the top, I hear him tumble down to the bottom and find him screaming with his arm under his back.
He was fussy for the rest of the night and collapsed every time he attempted to crawl. The next day he refused to crawl at all and I knew I had to face the facts and take him in to the doctor. Poor kid, but I am grateful he had only started to learn to walk and was still using crawling as his primary means of transportation or else I never would have known his arm was injured. Nothing else seemed to bother him, except for crawling. Today marks day 8 of the cast. One more week on stinkiness and unbalanced walking..which caused his fall onto a stool at the library and therefore, his black eye. This kid can't win.