Broken boy #2, who is really boy #3, and kid #5

Alternate title: What happens when you ask Bo to babysit one too many times.

That's right! She breaks their legs. Apparently, Holden was getting a little bit lippy with her, so she went ahead and broke him. Fo reals, yo.

This little monkey was standing up at the ottoman and decided to sit down. But you know how littles sit down right? They just plunk themselves right on down, no bending, no grace. Just plop. But this time, Holden decided to put a twist on his plopping. No, really. He twisted while plopping down and immediately started crying. A new cry. A super sad cry that was more tear evoking than even the shots at the doctor. We all saw it happen and just figured that he twisted his ankle or something. Babies are bendy, right? They don't break! Unheard of! I give him some tylenol and some snacks and tell Bo that if he's still fussy to put him in the tub and then to bed. And then, get this, Jeb and I leave to go out to dinner! That's what you do after Bo breaks your baby, right? I mean, she was already there. You can't waste such prime babysitting skills as the Bo's. It would be a shame, is what that would be.

We come home and the Fluff is sleeping. Bo tells us that there is probably something more to this injury than we had originally thought and then goes on her way. Yup. She just leaves him. Can you believe that?!? I mean, who would just up and leave a broken baby? Heartless, that one.

I hear him whimpering throughout the night, but never really wake up. The next morning when I'm trying to change him out of his morning surprise (it's not surprising when you catch wind of it outside his room), he cries whenever I lift his legs to get to the good stuff. Then, when I stand him up to pull on his pants, there is something definitely wrong. It has to be a sprain, I think.

So, I do what any self respecting mom would do, I take him shopping. He seems fine in his car seat with his leg tucked up close to him, but anytime I bump the cart he gets upset. To try to comfort him, I started rubbing his legs. It's then that I notice that one leg is kind of cold (I can't keep socks on this monkey to save my life) and the other is really hot. Well, now, this can't be a good sign, right? I call up Papa and ask him to collect the girls from dance while I take Mr. I-guess-he's-not-really-that-fluffy to the InstaCare. The doctor comes in and twists and turns his hot little leg until he screams and says "Yup. Probably a toddler fracture. Happens all the time. These guys are so top heavy the fall over and break their legs". Whaaaaaa?!? Happens all the time? I 'm covered in kids and this has NEVER happened. How can it happen all the time? We sweep him back to x-ray where Hudson is fascinated by his brother's "spooky ghost leg" and confirm it. Yup. Broken leg. Totally guys. Totally.

When the doctor asks what color cast I want I clap and say "hot pink with sparkles!", which garners me a questioning look. I guess if you want to look less guilty you don't get excited about the cast. I'll remember that next time. In the end we went with the navy blue cast up and over his knee. It will be there for 3 long and frustrating weeks. But, he's managing just fine, thank you. It weighs him down and tires him out, but he's getting along. The worst of it is that I can't give him a bath. That was always my secret weapon. Any time this kid got grumpy all I had to do was add water. Bummer. On the bright side, he gets to wear all his new birthday shorts way before it's warm enough for shorts! Score! And isn't his tiny cast so cute?! Plus, this definitely puts off walking for at least 3 weeks, which was the plan all along, right Bo?