Cam's Boo-Boo

I surely hope that this is not an annual thing...but appears to be so. We found ourselves asking, "Wasn't it this time LAST year that we were whisking Cameron to the orthopedic to find that his foot was BROKEN???" Yep. Little Cam has another broken foot...in two places this time. Cam-Cam has already had his share of emergencies in his short, three years: two casts and a forehead glued shut. Do I hear a call from DFACS???...I think I may. Okay. I'm teasing about it all, but if I don't laugh...I will just cry.

For all of you curious people out there, I imagine that I really should give an honest answer...because some people just wouldn't accept, "Oh, he fell out of the golf cart." They had to ask, "So, he turned his foot wrong, or what?!" Therefore, many of you, who kept prodding (and I don't mean that in an ugly way), know the whole story....and I imagine that those of you, who don't, will find out soon enough.  Sooooo....why not you just get the most accurate account from me?

By the way, don't judge :)!!! How it came to be:

So, I had gotten home from work. We went about our usual routine: I change, we put on shoes, and head outside to enjoy this beautiful weather! The kids love outside...they really would stay outside all day! I took some paintbrushes and paint out with us, and we began to paint away on the large boxes that we had gotten from the swing set. The girls love being crafty, but it wasn't long until Cam was ready to get moving and doing something different. So...I relented....the golf cart it was. We were having a blast riding around the yard and checking out the many, many mounds of ants that have invaded our yard. Like all toddlers, however, that fun soon became not so interesting as they thought of something new to do. Faith and Cam both spotted their Gator. I noticed that it was going to be a bit of an argument and a race to thing, so I began to slow down. Faith stood up, and I was busy saying, "Sit down....wait until I stop!" Cameron was on the far end, and, by this time, we were going at a snail's pace...slow enough for him to decide to step right off. Since Faith was standing as well, I must admit that I didn't even see Cameron stand. When I stopped, all I saw was Cameron on the ground...crying. In a panic, I ran to the other side of the cart, praying that he had simply fallen off...BUT...NO....there he was with his foot stuck under the tire. In a panic (and on a small hill), I was horrified to drive forward or back. I decided to try to pull it back and rock it hard enough for him to pull it out...and that's what we did. I was crying, Cam was crying, and the girls looked horrified. WHAT A TERRIBLE MOMMY I AM!!! I was the momma at the hospital admitting that I ran over my own child...OMG....how HORRIFIC.

So...there you have it...I decided that I would just respond to everyone asking how it happened as, "Well, he jumped off the golf cart." He DID, after all....BUT.....like I said....there have been countless people not satisfied with just that...so I've had to give the entire story.

On a brighter note, Cameron is a champ. He is the sweetest thing about it all. He rarely complains...and I know that it must be uncomfortable. He has learned how to walk on it quite well...and even run. He only uses, "My have a tast (cast)" when he is feeling lazy, tired, and wants to be carried!

He can get it off May 6th. Super happy for him that he has only had to wear it for three weeks!
Please keep the little man in your prayers!...and try not to think any less of me as a mother! :)