I want M's birthday post to be a real birthday post, not overshadowed by other recent events, so to that point, enter... the broken arm post:
Poor, sweet boy - out of the hospital just over a day and he had to go back with a broken arm.
I can't write about his agony for fear of blacking out or throwing up again, but suffice it to say, he was braver than I was. He fell off the monkey bars, and broke his elbow, and had it treated. He's got a camouflage-printed full arm cast and should be good as new in three weeks.
Tomorrow is his birthday, and school picture day, to boot. We got home late and still had to wash the picture day uniforms, thanks to our weeklong hospital vacation.
But I was not going to let my poor broken-armed boy go to school empty handed on his birthday. It's 10:30 pm but the cupcakes are made and if that makes a six-year-old's day a little brighter tomorrow, then it was worth it.
What a day!