Books...

I think my biggest problem while working was how easy it was to justify buying books.
Now that I no longer work outside the home full time it's harder to justify buying them, but no less tempting.
I picked this book up last year on a whim and never got around to reading it.  I had gotten placed in a bag that I found in my closet, but I found it recently and sat down to read it.  It's actually a pretty good read.  Not too heavy, but interesting enough to want to go get more information!  We like those kinds of books.  I saw one online for Columbia, so I assume they have them for most cities.  I think it's a great way for kids to get to know the history of the cities near them.  We're not exactly in Charleston, but close enough to visit often.  I'm going to sit down with the girls this week and read it, since Our Princess is not allowed (or able) to write...

Super Princess!!

Ok, seriously, some days I feel like a really bad parent.  Yesterday was one of those days.  Friday night we left all four blessings with some friends so we could go to a council meeting at church.  They went out for a walk and while running, Our Princess fell down.  She didn't really cry and didn't complain so we went home and she slept no problem.  The next morning she didn't want to feed the dog because it still hurt.  I had her hold out both arms and saw no irregularities, no swelling.  I thought she was trying to get out of her chores.  I told her to do the best she could.  Then she complained about pouring milk into her cereal.  I checked again, but didn't see anything. 

Fast forward to Yesterday evening, 24 hours after the fall(I'm such a rotten mommy) and she says something again.  This time I see a little swelling from the wrist toward the elbow.  We decide I should take her up to the ER and the entire time I'm thinking, Am I overreacting?

Maybe, but better safe than sorry.  We get up there and our ER is relatively fast (comparatively, I think we waited 45min).  We saw a lady who had severed her index finger with a kitchen knife and a guy with a compound fracture of his arm.
Again, I'm thinking, am I overreacting?  We get the X-rays done, which was really cool, because we had just talked about X-rays last week.  The radiologist lets me sit behind the window and watch the x-ray appear on the computer screen.  She immiediately says, "Yep, there's a fracture."

I felt horrible.  My poor baby.  But she had been using it all day, twisting it and bending it.  She even put her weight on it to scoot up onto the bed.  The Doctor walked in when she did that and said, "Hey, didn't anyone tell you that arm is broken?"

I'm in awe that she wasn't complaining more.  She was more upset when she heard what she would have to wear for the next 6 weeks and that she wouldn't be able to go in the pool.

This is her, "Are you kidding?  I have to wear what?!  For how long?!  It doesn't hurt that bad!!"