Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Broken Leg

So, The Baby turns out to have a small fracture in one of his leg bones. Sigh. Poor kid. Also, poor us - we're going to be porting around a kid in a cast everywhere for the next couple of weeks. No pool, no Sandcastle, no sprinklers..... best part of the whole thing is that we're heading to France for the last week of the month. Sigh. It's not going to be easy, but we'll figure out a way to get it done.

It's not cancer, right? At the risk of offending karma, we've already had the crappy end of the stick, so I'm fairly confident that we can handle whatever is thrown at us.

The over/under for the number of times, at night, that the cast violently kicks me in the nuts: 2.5.

What do you think: Spider-Man webs on the cast?


The first day of camp was a day of rain, so the boys had significantly reduced outside time and no swimming time. This was disappointing to them, as you can imagine. The Boy had a great time; he's really pretty adaptable. They did a project about an invisible, metaphorical bucket (side note: he understood what I meant when I asked if it was a metaphorical bucket, and that's strange for a 6 year old to know): you could be a "bucket filler" (someone who does good deeds and helps other people) or a "bucket dipper" (someone who takes energy and life from other buckets) in your every day activities. That's a neat thing, and he and I spoke about it for quite a long time yesterday. He's a smart kid and able to discuss philosophy like that, if you can keep the discussion inside of his developmental limitations.

Little Bear had a fun time, but he's really nervous still about camp. He doesn't like that it's all day; he's used to going home at 12:30, but this goes until 4 o'clock or so. Some of his friends from preschool are in his camp group, which is nice, but he had another meltdown at bedtime because he didn't want to go. I think he'll get over it, but it's going to take time.


Birthday dinner last night at Yokoso, the Hibachi restaurant. I ate everything, as did The Boy. Little Bear picked at his plate but didn't eat that much beyond the soup and a little bit off of my wife's plate. The Baby ate all of his vegetables and a little of his rice, but none of the meat. So, I had lunch today. The Baby was terrified of the "onion volcano" that the cook makes, although the other boys loved it. The younger two ate birthday cheesecake, but The Boy didn't. I understand that. Cheesecake is good and all, but it's not high on my list of dessert.

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