This plant blew off my deck rail at some point while we were out of town. Today, I finally got around to picking it up.
My kid has adapted admirably to both the broken leg and the total destruction of her schedule after two trips in two weeks. She's gotten very good at asking to be moved. She has taken back to crawling better than she ever did the first time around.
And right now, at 9:15 on Saturday night, she's giggling her little head off in her crib. Realistically, her schedule will probably be a disaster for the rest of the summer.