It has been an eventful month for Miss Maggie. Of course, there is the fractured wrist. She was spinning in circles in the living room before dinner, got dizzy, and fell down on her arm.
fell down wrong. We went to urgent care the next morning when she was still being super careful with it. They x-rayed and determined she has a buckle fracture. She will tell you her bone goes whoopdewoo, but bones are supposed to be straight. This was the last day of school before winter break so we dropped in to pick up all Maggie's things and so she could tell her classmates about the ordeal. A few days later we went to the orthopedist and they put on a hard cast, although we talked them down from one that would have gone above her elbow. So far, it has stayed on, has not given anyone a concussion, and has not slowed her down one bit. Unless we're talking about stuff that Maggie doesn't want to do alone, in which case her cast is a terrible burden and she needs a parent to help her mightily.
And then Maggie consented (barely) to going to the hair salon and getting her hair cut! They took off about 5 inches and she was very brave, with the help of a piece of candy and a cookie. The man who did her cut (the hair waitress, in Maggie's words) wasn't exactly the paradigm of cheer or mirth, and didn't seem like he especially knew what to do with a kid, but we all did our best to ooh and ahh and encourage and now she is (still) just adorable! It has revolutionized our morning routine; we no longer start out the day fighting. It is part of her morning chores now -- to brush her own hair.
We also went to a bridal store to try on a dress. Maggie is soon to be a flower girl for Bill's brother's wedding, and she is dreading it, as you can see. Either that or she is in hog heaven.
