February 06, 2011
Day 3 - PM
And then Zoe got broken. (Yes, some parental guilt.)
We got the call at lunch time. She sat back on her skis
and put her hand down to catch herself. Ski patrol
brought her down (on the gondola, not on a stretcher.)
So Peter, Zoe, and I spent the afternoon at the lovely Keystone
clinic. She was a trooper as they X-rayed her and determined
she had buckle fractures in both lower arm bones at the wrist.
She chose a red cast, and the medical professionals exclaimed
that it was the smallest cast they'd ever had to make. (More
parental guilt.) Zoe and I spent the evening watching the
Super Bowl while she cheered, "Go, Pack, Go!" So she didn't
feel TOO terrible.
In the mean time, Leah did fabulously at ski school, moving out of
the little kids area and onto a green run and chair lift. Then she
headed out with Peter for evening snow tubing. That was cut short
when Leah decided it was too scary, and they joined us to watch the
game with more cheers of, "Go, Pack, Go!" (The schools should
include Packer indoctrination in their curriculum lists.)