Baby Boy Breaks Bone
Last Wednesday while I was washing the dishes, I heard a distant thump and then steady crying. Nothing unusual there, so I turned off the water, dried my hands, and walked over to the source of the noise--as routine as routine can be. My inspection found Ian laying on his back at the bottom of the stairs, flaying a bit like a bug unable to turn over on its own. Aaron and Ed were nowhere to be found, so at least they weren't responsible for the situation. I picked up Ian and asked him if he was okay. His speaking consists of a couple of nouns strung together, so he couldn't explain what happened or what hurt. I took him to my room, laid him in the bed, and pulled out the bucket of Jelly Bellies. He seemed to favor his right hand, but that didn't stop him from sticking it into the bucket and pulling out a few candies. I asked him to move all of his fingers and roll his wrist, and it didn't seem to cause him any more pain. I figured he had sprained his wrist and it woul