Baby Got Wrist

Alas, poor Younger Girl! She has just started taking ice skating lessons, which she loves. It's been fascinating to watch her; not only is she picking stuff up fast (on her own she's been attempting arabesques) but she's showing an unusual focus: normally she is the most sociable of creatures, taking more interest in chatting people up than in the fine points of what she's learning. But with skating she doesn't fall into giggling with her classmates; she's out there, alone-in-her-head, working on her form.

So of course, during the post-lesson free-skate period today she took a tumble and came down hard on one wrist. I think it's a sprain, not a break, but there was much weeping, and she's now ensconced in the sunroom with her blanket for company, a reading book, her arm in a sling, and an icepack on her wrist. Sarcasm Girl, who was at the rink with us, was frustrated by her inability to be helpful (YG emphatically did not want to be touched or cuddled, and was not tactful about repelling all such offers). Once we got home YG mellowed and SG was permitted to act silly to cheer her up. SG is now doing YG's chore (taking out the recycling) as well as her own.

update: The arm is broken; not badly, but broken. She was a trouper during the exam and the X-ray, and tomorrw they put a cast on. It's going to just kick the holiday craziness up another notch.