Gimme A Break

Every Thursday we go listen to live music and eat a picnic dinner with a bunch of other families at Elizabeth Park. This week there was an added element of surprise when I fell off of the jungle gym. It wasn't that high, and Mom was right there to catch me, but somehow I slipped through and...broke my leg.

Bummer.

I'm actually not too bothered by the whole ordeal. It doesn't seem to hurt, unless I stand on it, which I can't do now anyways. I' was actually able to convince a couple of different medical professionals for 4 days that it wasn't broken, before someone got an X-ray today.

Don't let the scowl in the picture throw you off. I just hate posing for pictures, like my Dad. I'm already quite proficient at scooting and crawling again and can get around pretty well. I just can't get it DIRTY or WET. Mom and Dad can hardly wait for our big summer beach camping trip we're taking with friends this Wednesday.

This cast, which I'll enjoy dragging down to Portland this weekend to visit Owen and Finn and to Europe to visit Maya will remain on until late August. It should smell pretty good by the time we get to England. Get ready Bristol...

Family and friends who see me in the next 4 weeks are welcome to sign it like me, Mama, and Papa already did.