Living Room Gymnastics Gone Wrong

Most of you have probably heard by now about my accident at Grandma & Grandpa's house. I was showcasing my gymnastics skills when the couch got the better of my fibula (that's the little bone on the bottom of my leg). That's right - my 2nd broken bone before the age of 2. Pretty impressive huh? I think that it will make me tougher.

Anyway, things just aren't quite the same with a cast on my leg. I can still run, play, and dance pretty well but not as well as before. I am not nearly as good at climbing and won't be able to escape any cribs any time soon.

Here I am in deep thought reliving the injury.


The worst change is bath time. First of all, the baths used to be warm, fun & plentiful. Now we're talking more like once every 3 days and without any toys involved. Mom and Dad have got this crazy idea to give me a bath in the kitchen sink. And not only that, but in the kitchen sink sitting on my potty chair with a hand towel and a bread bag wrapped around my leg. Then the take the sprayer and hose me down. Here's proof!


If you see my parents or any of my caretakers maybe you should advise them to not let me have so much fun. Sometimes I just don't know when to stop!