Sticks and Stones and Broken Bones

So it has happened: our first broken bone—more accurately, Devon's first broken bone.  On the 12th he fell off the steps to the slide at school.  It was a really windy day and Devon said "the wind pushed me".  The wind, combined with Devon's natural clumsiness, was an accident just waiting to happen.

He was super brave about the whole experience.  He kept telling his Kindergarten teacher that it didn't hurt and then, when he finally told me that it had happened (almost 4 1/2 hours later) he didn't even cry.  In fact, he only cried when the ER doctor pushed and poked and moved his hand around.  The ER tech took some x-rays and it turns out his right arm is broken just above the wrist.  Apparently the ER doesn't do casts anymore, so they splinted him and sent us on our way—they didn't even give the little guy anything for pain.

Yesterday, Dev got his cast put on at the orthopedic doctor's office and his cousins had a blast signing it!