She is sad in the top photo because on the very last cut to remove the cast, her inner thigh was cut. She screamed. (I had to crop out some of that photo to keep her modest in her skirt.)
The doctor said she probably wouldn't walk for two days. She wouldn't bear weight on it and if she did (like when I accidentally bumped into, which forced her weight to shift onto her boo-boo leg), she would cry. She is walking a little bit now. A little on her toes. A little with her foot and knee turned outward. The doctor said she would walk funny for ten days.
Last night she celebrated with a bath with pink water and bubbles.
And, apparently, I learned last night that (while I was fixing dinner), she celebrated a little more: she walked to the trampoline and tried to jump! I was not privy to that information until bedtime. And I gasped. And I told her to please not jump anymore for a while. Until mama's heart can heal.