Day 28: My Little Monkey

For those who may not know, Charlie (my son monkey) fell from a tree last week and injured himself. All was going well up until 5:30p.m. last Tuesday. Charlie thought he'd make a grappling hook. He took a hook that is typically used to hang a bicycle, tied a rope to it, had his brother attach it to the tree and try it out to see if it would hold. Of course it held for Autry (he's light and agile). Charlie, on the other hand...well...the bark gave way and the hook slipped off.

 DOWN

HE

WENT!

CRASH! 

Apparently, Autry was up in the tree (at the height of his second floor window) and yelling for us. Here's the tree:

We, did not hear the commotion because we are like the parents who listen to screams and sound effects all day and have learned to tune most of that crap noise out. Plus, we were getting ready to leave to go out for the evening to our small group meeting. Autry jumped after 2 minutes of yelling and "no-show-parents" (and no, he didn't hurt himself).  He came in to get us and when we arrived at the scene, there was my little monkey in a heap and crying. He couldn't move his right arm. I had to cut his favorite sweatshirt off of him.

This was his favorite sweatshirt!

 We put ice on his shoulder and gave him some ibuprofen. We hauled him to small group with us. A friend of ours, who is a doctor, checked him out and the next day, we made an appointment with the pediatrician. A week later, he had x-rays and we found out that Charlie's arm is broken. It's more like a stress fracture but it's "broken". He just needs to keep it immobilized (for the most part) and wait because, "time will have to heal this one". It's in an unusual spot, so there isn't any re-setting or casts. Take your right arm and reach behind your back to scratch between your left shoulder blade. Now imagine falling on your arm like that. That's how he landed. So the break was the bone (proper name escapes me) in front of the shoulder where the muscles all join. I'm sure you felt the stretch when you imagined falling on the arm.

The monkey boy is bored. He's a real pest when he's bored. There isn't too much he can do  So, he's skipping out on chores. He gets to scale back on some school work (good thing we home school). He is driving me and his brother crazy! He did regress to playing with his toy soldiers. That lasted 30 minutes!

I made Charlie some Monkey Bread tonight. I didn't take the shortcut and use canned biscuits. I made a yeast dough and let it go through 2 risings and pinched off little 1 1/2 inch balls, rolled them in butter, sugar, brown sugar and cinnamon.

Which grew into:

 MMMMMM....monkey bread!