Time for an update, and what an update we have too. We've been sitting here, anxiously waiting for William to walk so that we would have something new to post. But our darling little boy decided to give us something much more interesting to talk about.
Let me set the scene. Saturday evening, I have just come home from walking the dog and am busily preparing supper. Maria has decided she wants to "help" me cook, so we have set up the 2-step step stool in front of the kitchen counter and Maria is standing on the top step handing me carrots to chop. Enter William. Now I should point out that the boy has, over the past three weeks, become a proficient climber...stairs, chairs, boxes, step stools, etc. He can go up and down stairs and objects with speed and efficiency. However, that has also given him a sort of lacking in the fear department. Hence the events that followed. William decided that he too needed to "help". So, up the step-stool he comes. Then, out of the corner of my eye I see some movement and as I turn to look I see William on the floor. Not usually a big deal...it wasn't that far of a drop (maybe 2 feet) and he wasn't even crying...until he saw his dad, then came the waterworks. Well, the crying continued for a good length of time, at which point we offered William his milk (it was supper time afterall) and he promptly fell asleep on me. He had a nice little nap, and when he woke up he happily ate his supper.
Now, at this point he was still a little cranky, but it was approaching bedtime and so we decided to try to put him down for the night. When he wouldn't settle we got him back up, which was convienent as Grandma and Grandpa E had just arrived for a visit. It was during this visit that we noticed William seemed to fuss if we moved his one leg too much. Aaron looked the leg over but there was no evidence of swelling or bruising so we wondered if maybe he had a muscle pull. A few minutes later I attempted to stand William up at one of the side tables in the livingroom and it became pretty obvious there was a bit more of a concern. William was not weightbearing on his right leg. So we packed him up and made our way to the emergency room. Two hours later we were home with William sporting a nice, royal blue cast. That's right, the little guy broke his leg. He has a nice greenstick fracture on his tibia (the bone on the inside of his lower leg - the break is just above his ankle). 
So far William is adjusting to having limited mobility in his leg. It is, however, going to put a damper on his learning to walk, as that will have to wait until he is healed up and the cast is removed. We go back in two weeks to have things reassessed. For the moment the biggest difficulty we are having with the cast is getting William to stay asleep at night. His preferred sleep position is on his tummy with his knees tucked up underneath him. You can't do that with a cast from your thigh to foot. It would also appear that he has forgotten the event that got him into the cast in the first place as he has been trying to climb anything and everything again. This is leading to loads of frustration though as it is not as easy to do these things with a leg that won't bend. Thank goodness. I don't think I could handle it if he could still climb the things he used to. 
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