Wow...wasn't expecting this for my pictures from today. Little William (who hasn't changed much in the last few years...see here and here...) jumped off a ladder and landed with his arm in an empty post hole in the ground. Update: That was the story William told us, but after looking more closely at where he was when he jumped and listening to the kids that saw it, we actually think that when he jumped he got his arm caught in the ladder and it broke.
Both bones on his forearm...broken...
We took him to the local hospital and while the experience wasn't quite up to American standards, he got it "sort of" set and put into a plaster cast. We hope to follow up with a better orthopedist tomorrow, as we fear it may still need to be further set. We have been so thankful that the Lord has sent us the Weber family many times over, but particularly today that God brought Mark with his medical training...what a blessing to have him there today as an instant second opinion and someone who is obviously good with hurting children.
When these things happen so unexpectedly, it sure is a good reminder that all of our days are in the hands of a good and loving God. I'm so thankful that his sovereignty is a soft pillow on which I can rest my head at night.