And speaking of apples. . . .

Number One reason to climb an apple tree:

Number One reason to wear shoes when you decide to jump out:

Olivia, one of my three little monkeys, was climbing up and down all Grandma Wells's fruit trees when we were in Monticello a couple weeks ago. Right before we were leaving for a Nielson family party, she decided there was one last delectable-looking apple that simply begged to be picked. She had taken off her shoes to jump on the trampoline, but climbed up that tree anyway, lickety-split, and only had a problem when she lost her footing on the jump out. For all my talk about how I have no motherly intuition (I never know what gender my baby will be, and I never can tell if it is my child or another child crying), I knew immediately by the way she was crying that something was wrong. Uncle Sandy, or Dr. Nielson as he is known in Blanding, and Aunt Donna arranged an x-ray in their clinic, and when we saw that she had a buckle fracture in both bones, they casted it for free. I said "thanks" before, but I need to say it again. Thank you! We really appreciate that.
Now that her cast is on, she's back to her old self. Everyone on the Hole-in-the-Rock trip signed her beautiful pink appendage, and there was just enough room for everyone in her school class to sign it, too. (Mrs. R made them all practice writing very small before she allowed them to write on the cast. She must have some experience in first-grade cast-signing tantrums to have given her that foresight.)
Edited to add this picture from my cousin Andrea's blog. She was sweet enough to take a picture of Olivia just after she got her splint and sling. We were at Bodell's (Andrea's daughter) birthday party, and it was delayed while we took Bodell's grandma to the hospital with us.

Epilogue:
Very soon after she broke her arm reaching for that last amazing apple, it became difficult for her to eat apples at all. Can you guess what she wants for Christmas?