What started as a really terrific week for the kids turn south real fast Friday night. The kids have had excellent behavior all week -- listening well, eating well, no timeouts that I can recall. Michael had soccer camp this week and was loving life. (For those who might be reading this from Vietnam, soccer = football.) He had camp from 9-12 every day, then would come home and play soccer outside all afternoon. He's also been fired up about the World Cup and catching as many games as he can.
Friday night after dinner, we rewarded the kids with ice cream at Brusters. It was getting late so instead of going to the playground we came home and I gave O & E their baths. Beth stayed outside to play soccer with Michael. We decided to let Michael stay up a bit later than usual because he was having so much fun. While I was reading to O & E, I heard Beth and Michael come in and Michael was crying. I figured it was because he didn't want to come in. When I finished with the twins, I went to check on Michael and he was in a lot of pain, complaining about his elbow. He was on our tree swing and was at the highest point (about 10' off the ground) and his hands slipped. He fell and landed on his left side and his elbow was swollen. I picked him up, put him in the car and got him to the urgent care right before they closed (he was so tired he fell asleep on the way). He was a real trooper, but the x-rays were painful because of how he had to turn his arm. It turns out his elbow is fractured and he'll be in a cast for the next 4-6 weeks.
Great timing, right before I go to Myrtle Beach and we take our annual family trip to Destin. He's been really, really great about the whole thing and hasn't blame his momma once. They make waterproof casts now, so he'll still be able to go in the pool. He wants it to be red since that is a bad guy color in Star Wars. (He said his cast for his next broken arm will be blue.) He's also excited that it'll be off before his next soccer camp at the end of July.
The moral of the story: this is the first time one of the kids got badly hurt and I wasn't watching them. Can't blame this one on me honey!!!
Friday night after dinner, we rewarded the kids with ice cream at Brusters. It was getting late so instead of going to the playground we came home and I gave O & E their baths. Beth stayed outside to play soccer with Michael. We decided to let Michael stay up a bit later than usual because he was having so much fun. While I was reading to O & E, I heard Beth and Michael come in and Michael was crying. I figured it was because he didn't want to come in. When I finished with the twins, I went to check on Michael and he was in a lot of pain, complaining about his elbow. He was on our tree swing and was at the highest point (about 10' off the ground) and his hands slipped. He fell and landed on his left side and his elbow was swollen. I picked him up, put him in the car and got him to the urgent care right before they closed (he was so tired he fell asleep on the way). He was a real trooper, but the x-rays were painful because of how he had to turn his arm. It turns out his elbow is fractured and he'll be in a cast for the next 4-6 weeks.
Great timing, right before I go to Myrtle Beach and we take our annual family trip to Destin. He's been really, really great about the whole thing and hasn't blame his momma once. They make waterproof casts now, so he'll still be able to go in the pool. He wants it to be red since that is a bad guy color in Star Wars. (He said his cast for his next broken arm will be blue.) He's also excited that it'll be off before his next soccer camp at the end of July.
The moral of the story: this is the first time one of the kids got badly hurt and I wasn't watching them. Can't blame this one on me honey!!!
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