A Broken Wrecking Ball

For the second time in 6 months, our "Wrecking Ball" (our nick-name for Isaiah) has had an emergency hospital visit. In November, we a spent 3 hours in the ER getting 3 stitches in the back of his head after he slipped getting a tissue off the kitchen counter. On Friday, he broke his hand getting dressed. Yes, you read right, I said "getting dressed."

Isaiah has been nicknamed "Wrecking Ball" because since he was 1 he has been a very rough and physical boy. He will tackle you with a hug, knock you down to show you how much he loves you or give you a hardy shove to say "thanks for playing." When he is actually wrestling, there is no mercy. When he plays football, he will take down even his own Mom. And a bloody knee from trying to get a loose ball faster than Jonah in a game of basketball is not uncommon.

You get the point?

So we figured a broken arm was in his future. We just didn't think he would break his hand getting dressed. Walking out of his room on Friday morning, he hit his hand on his dresser. He must have hit it just right because he fractured the bone in his hand that connects the pinkie to the wrist.

So now he is in a cast for 4-6 weeks (we will find out Monday when we head to the Orthopedist), but that hasn't slowed him down. I caught him today playing catch with Dad.

Cathching is now a little harder and more awkward.

And learning to throw left handed is a whole new ball game.

I will keep you posted on his healing.