Clearly, I Need to Take My Own Advice.

 I feel like I am ALWAYS yelling at my kid about jumping on/ off/ over the sofa. Always. "You're going to get your foot stuck and get hurt," I say. Usually he listens and so far we haven't had too many traumatic injuries. 

Until yesterday. 

Clearly, I need to take my own advice.

Yesterday, I decided to let the LM rope me in to a game of Batman. I say "batman" but really we are just chasing each other all around the house with "shooters" {guns} that he made out of legos (seemingly getting around the "no guns" rule.) There we were, racing all over the top story of our home, hiding around corners, behind the sofa, in the kitchen... you get the idea. Baby Gray thought the whole thing was hilarious, and we were having a great time. Then I got this "awesome" idea, that I should launch myself over the sofa, roll behind it and then shoot the LM from underneath. It was awesome. Awesome until my foot got stuck mid-air. Awesome until the fall of my whole body was broken by the side of my right foot. Awesome untilI actually looked at my foot.

Immediately I knew it was broken. 

1st thought, how the hell am I going to carry the baby. 

2nd, we are leaving for Costa Rica in 4 weeks... I cannot have a cast. 

3rd,  F$%*, I broke my foot!

4 hours later in the ER
 (thankfully at the hospital where my hubby works.) 
My neon pink pants (a birthday present from my fabulous girlfriends) kept me smiling the whole time. 

I left without a cast, with orders to wear this monstrosity for the next 6-8 weeks, and then they sent me on my way with crutches, which I tried my hardest to give back (do, they have a seat for my baby? I asked.)

They wouldn't relent, and now the kids have some new "toys" that they both HAVE to play with.

Which of course the little man then turned into a"shooter".

It's a vicious cycle. 

My foot hurts.

It could have been MUCH worse.