at least it didn't happen on the first day of snowboarding. Erin blames it on her dad, for distracting her. i blame it on the al-al-al-al-ti-tude (bet you thought i was going to say something else, didn't you?)
so, she got to ride down the mountain in the ski patrol sled (apparently they saw me going over on the lift, but i missed the whole thing) and then went to Primary Children's in Salt Lake to get it reset. cast the following monday, (after we got home), then surgery a week later (the break had shifted within the cast). so, now she's drugged up, sleeping and watching Once Upon a Time on hulu and missing even more school and musical rehearsal.
as un-fun as it is to have a broken arm, i love that i have kids who like to get out there and try stuff and have fun. and she's been so amazing, never once complaining about having to sit around the condo while we were off skiing, or missing school, or rehearsal, or not being able to scratch her own nose, or the pain or cast. and she's not complaining about not having to do piano, ballet, or karate either.
