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Such, alas, are the perils of being Buzz.

Last night he solemnly informed his inquiring babysitter: “I was jumping and fwyyyying.”

Yes, flying all the way to a sprained foot.

It’s been a week today since he has put any weight on that foot.  After a few days we took him to urgent care, where the x-rays showed a sprain but no break.  They couldn’t offer us any instructions but rest and ice.  We wrapped it ourselves, as that seemed to give him some relief.

Carrying all 33 pound of this solid-packed boy around from room to room got old fast.  I was very thankful when he decided to start crawling.

I’m hoping today is the day he feels well enough to walk again.  I miss the sound of his happy feet pattering around corners.