The adjustment in dealing with a broken bone has been a little easier this time.  First, because we just did this.  Second, he is in a cast from the start vs a splint so we don’t have to restrict him quite as much.  Third, Z is already used to being more gentle with him.  Squashing the constant wrestling the first time around was tough.

On the day Jonah broke his arm, I pulled in to the campground to pick them up in the truck.  Z flung open the front door to the RV and declared “MOMMA!  JONAH BROKE!”  Oh sweet boy.