On Monday, July 2nd, our little daredevil, Miss G, took a corner too fast on her tiny bike and fell. I was in the house at the time so I didn't see it happen, but I'm told very enthusiastically by her older sister that she went "really fast this way and turned that way and her bike went this way and she went that way". So there you have it. A bike crash, resulting in one broken arm, three pins and four weeks in a cast.
This whole thing tossed our usual July 4th plans out the window. Instead of heading to a celebration fair, we stayed home to watch Masha and The Bear, play board games and eventually roast marshmallows and light fireworks with Noni and Opi. While I'd been looking forward to the fair in Auburn, I found I was much more satisfied with the snuggle time on the couch and staying at home. It forced us to think outside the box and gave us the opportunity to spend some extra time together; time that didn't revolve around another busy day.
Miss G is recovering well, and she'll be getting her hard cast on Tuesday when I return from Connecticut. She's still a daredevil: climbing things one handedly, skating through the house on breakfast dishes and trying to surf on the wagon. If she doesn't break the other arm, it's pretty obvious nothing is gonna hold her down.